The Sweetest Sign - Concretized
Vital fluids drip
into the bucket
below.
Corn snow underfoot
a stark landscape
black and white
trees, snow and
shadow.
In the early dawn
our breath clouds
and the air
smells of
woodsmoke
and new maple
syrup.
Surely
the sweetest
sign of spring!
.
______________________
A new month, won't be long now.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2015
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