The full sap moon
rises tonight
over warm air
and melting snow and
maple trees moving fast
beneath their bark
as sap rises from roots to branches.
Canadian Geese honk,
returning on this early
spring day,
while farmers start seeds in greenhouses
and fires in sugar houses,
breathing in soil and syrup, and
softening their own skin
so they, too, may grow
into a new season.
Sap Moon
08 Thursday Mar 2012
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Katie,
I love reading your blog! So inspiring! Someday I just know I will be purchasing your first book.
Love,
Aunt Mary
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Thanks, Aunt Mary! I love you!
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Mary,as an ex-Vermonter you’ve made me recall how sap season was always a joyous part of early spring! Always loved fogging up the windows in the house making syrup! Thanks great poem! Randy
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A very enjoyable little poem… or should I say very sweet!?
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Hi Kate. Reading your poem at a “Full Sap Moon Paddle” on a small lake in Bossier City, Louisiana tonight. Thank you!
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Oh, that’s so lovely! Enjoy your paddle 🙂
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