The robin’s voice
breaks the back of winter.
You can see it
if you know where to look:
the rise of sap
pinking the tips of maple branches
or dripped to thin cicles
snapped from tap mouths and tasted,
a kiss of snow,
the sweet before sugar.
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
I like “the sweet before sugar”. Pulls together nicely. 🙂
Me too! Wonderful images of hope!
Thank you, ladies 😉
Images of hope are a good thing.:-)
Sometimes 😉
Hope is such a big tease.
On Wed, Mar 12, 2014 at 10:06 AM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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Hope is indeed a BIG TEASE. We should make more accurate picture of the fiend. 😉
music to my ‘Vermont maple syrup’ ears. lovely sfam
Thanks, Rhonda 😉
On Wed, Mar 12, 2014 at 10:21 AM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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Yes, yes, yes!
🙂
Hoping…