Rising Sweetness (a quadrille)

Naked Maples line the edge of the field

Shivering when March winds whisper

Hello!

Hints of warmth call forth

An adrenaline rush of sweetness

Rising in spongy bark. 

As spring calls each one by name

Spouts sink into bored trees

Knowing sweetness flows within

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This poem was accepted for publication in Whispers, an online poetry journal. Please check it out at:  http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/  

Tree tapping photo: flicker.com

Today, Bjorn on d’Verse invited us to post a poem of our choice. I wrote this quadrille of exactly 44 words about the gathering of  rising sap in the sugar maples.

Come and join us at: https://dversepoets.com/

30 thoughts on “Rising Sweetness (a quadrille)

  1. Your words are beautiful Dwight and the word emphasis works so well.
    Please know I will write eventually – don’t be afraid to give me a prod!
    The kindest of regards.
    Anna :o]

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  2. I like the creative attribution of noises and drama to the supposedly quiet and rigid trees. “Bored” and the subsequent “sweetness”, to me, hints at the poet’s protest and defence amid sceptism of his … err … maturity. Hm …

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