Sleeping Maple Trees
blued, bloodless, brooding
is the sky, my hands savor
mapled squash, wild berries
I currently live in Canada for the last 17 years. While we are burried under winter snow right now, earth gifts are warm & colorful. I look forward to the late winter when the maple syrup would be taken from the maple trees.
Now, we are in the deep of the winter season and everything is iced over the field and garden in Ontario, Canada. The color of the sky even at night is white, reflecting the winter ice below. Spring is still far away (April). Yet we have fruits like squash, carrots and blue & red berries to bring color to our meals. I also make a lot of soup from squash and the other root vegetables. Maple syrup is part of our baking and drinks (instead of using sugar).
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics: One of Seventy Two Seasons - Hosted by Lisa.
Yummy, Grace! Thanks for sharing :)
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David [ben Alexander]
Grace, you described the sky just right here, "blued, bloodless, and brooding." I love the contrast of the bright squash soup with berries. I've been experimenting with sweet potatoes, regular potatoes, curry powder, and coconut milk soup. Hoping spring comes quicker there and here than we expect.
ReplyDeleteThat is so lovely, ...the taste of that soup must be delicious...the haiku, so dramatic...but that process brings the tastes...really good haiku...
ReplyDeleteOh the soup sounds glorious.
ReplyDeleteWonderful haiku
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This was excellent Grace, thank you for sharing! 🙂
ReplyDeleteThat's a scrumptious dish you've shared with us all! Nicely penned :)
ReplyDeleteI love how you brought in the process of cooking... I think it tells a lot more about you than the bio itself.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this insight into how you live in such an inhospitable environment. It looks pretty in the photo but I don't think I could handle the cold. (Suzanne - Wordpress blog - Mapping Uncertainty)
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