Life Blood

Winter slowly loosens its grip on the earth. 

Deep within, trees awaken. 

Liquid sweetness moves through tall spines, nourishes long-waiting cells.  

Life giving sap runs.

Eager hands have plunged metal spouts 
deep into the hearts of these Canadian symbols, 

now tin pails wait to be filled.

I, too, feel the lifeblood begin to move

as spring makes its return within me.

Winter is gone.

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It seems that I'm not the only one inspired by the running of the sap.  Young R, on our nature walk with friends, was moved to catch that liquid joy in his mouth where there was no pail waiting.