The Trees are stirring
Evergreens glow.
Leaveless ones still sleeping.
The Maple's waking
Sap trudging upwards toward the sun.
Soon her blood will flow free.
The false Spring
Only a Mother's gentle nudge,
For her children to wake soon.
2/11/08
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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