equinox
it's why i feel balanced today, i think
a wee dram?
maple syrup
medium amber i think he said
from my land, my trees, a neighbor's labor
it tastes like maple trees.
like bark.
like soil.
no kidding.
it's still very warm,
delicious,
i opened and
tasted this odd bark sweetness
this is where wendy rolled
looking for the last
of the snow
she's itchy
each spring
to go deep, to scratch, to revel
one snow puddle
hidden in the raspberry canes
i looked all around this meadow,
much overgrown
to raspberry
and honeysuckle
and wild apple
and thorn apple
and milkweed
welcome here unlike elsewhere.
so i smelled
the same
taste.
or tasted the smell
as i sat, then
stretched out
on the soft brittle grass
and i brought home
a bit of milkweed fiber
time to make paper
for spring.
