Sugar maples, dark and shadowy
Gnarly fingers, and crooked grip
Covet but a warm spring canopy
Now the sap runs, drip, drip, drip
Darkness follows, wintery twilight
Clearing clouds, remove their wrap
Until the dawn brings warmth of skylight
Branch tips chatter, tap, tap, tap
2 comments:
Nice little poem. 8)
You are too kind. Really ;-)
But thanks for the visit!
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