Six Weeks


In the still night air
The plaintiff call of a hoot owl
Travels many miles
The farmers’ fields fallow, unproductive
I doze, snugly in my downy blanket while outside in the yard
Sap rises in the sugar maple.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson
March 2, 2014


2 thoughts on “Six Weeks

  1. Engaging image. The poem is so winter, a lovely image of knowing and comfort; but I am confident that as the sugar sap rises the writer will emerge from under the downy blanket to rejoice at the thaw.

    1. I very much appreciate your kind words. Today, the sun shines brightly on the newest blanket of snow. We must all take heart that the thaw like the rising sap is on the move.

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