in the sugar patch
old metal buckets
wearing their hats of snow
For Generations
Alongside The Maples
this
sweet season
sugars everything
Sugar Wood
stacked last July
in hopes and preparation
for this year’s syrup making
Service
home sweet home
the many duties
of the maple tree
Sugar Snow
oh reign of candy rain
enticing trees
to let the sweetness flow
Sweet
the warm west wind
these chilling nights
and sugar runs
Sugar
if the necessary conditions
are not met
there will be no sugar on snow
Sugar House
first smoke plume of the season
the sap is on the boil
sweet sugar time
The Sweet Season
Sugar maples
give rise
to great expectations.
Sugaring
First the sap runs, then drum drum drums
drop by drop into the buckets.
Soon to be simmered, then rolling boiled into maple syrup.
Oh that sweet sweet nectar of the mountain.