March 1, 2007

Poetry Thursday - Shhhhhhh

I can hear them this morning,
inhalations of majestic maples
breathing in unison along the ridge,
taking into themselves the arctic air,
and gifting back pure oxygen in every
patient exhalation and gesture.

I touch their furrowed bark and
the sweet sticky essence flows cold
through my fingers, much as it will when
gracing our breakfast waffles with its
presence just a few days hence.
Oh fragrant beauty, oh sweet ambrosia,
Oh precious harbinger of spring and light.