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.
