Maple Syrup

If ever the time comes, and I say I will stay
Search your heart for your truth
It’s really all that matters

We cross-fire like twisted circuits
And the blue spark, arcs across the distance and charges us
Like the dancing, jagged lightning out the northern window

The winds approach from the East
And an east wind bodes poorly
If in the path, run, or stay.

Turn to Western skies, the sun sets fairly
On the Mother Earth as she rotates
She spins like our hearts and minds.

If ever the time came, when I said I would leave
It would be like a warm breath
Candle’s glow turning faint

The lodge now is empty
Warm smells of wood in the air
Knotty pine is bleeding

The sap of life still runs
Thicker today than yesterday
As the winter approaches

White frosted centres
Like a heart that is brittle
Patterns on the pane of my soul

Spring thaw, and the sap sweetens again
Trickles through wooden flutes
Delectable in fragrance and taste

As fragrant as smells not yet smelled
Nor tastes not yet tasted
Our spring still comes.

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

Spring thaw, and the sap sweetens again
Trickles through wooden flutes
Delectable in fragrance and taste

This was my favorite part, very vivid explanation.
Great work on this one.

[BlackRose]

Wonderful with strength of it seeping through. Great lines and imagry that fills my mind so. Excellent piece.

[Vidya Bacchus]

A very lovely pen John.Wonderful lines :)

[Matching Socks]

Well done here, good write John.

[Augustus Waters]

This is officially my favourite poem of all time. The imagery is so clear while the mood shifts from bitter cold in winter to the warmth and joy of spring. Very well done.

[Susan Beth Horvath]

A powerful and compelling piece full of strong language and imagery

[Anne Timmins]

Your passionate words and gentle images decorate this poem with a beauty only you could provide.

[Im His Daughter]

I like this one.. you did an awesome job on this one.. thanks :)

[Coyote Poetry]

John, a amazing journey in the poem. I like the tone of the poem. Felt like a reflection of life and places.
"The lodge now is empty
Warm smells of wood in the air
Knotty pine is bleeding"
The above lines were my favorite. Some places can make us know and remember. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote