Sonnettics

The maple sap flows every March you see
Some years it's just a little, some alot
The winter freezes sap, the spring sets free
We tap our trees to see how much we've got
Our trees are “breathing” maple, freeze and thaw
That's how the sap arises through the wood
This year we tap the trees then watch in awe
With thanks the sap is flowing pretty good
The sugarhouses fill with maple’s sap
Takes forty gallons sap to make one sweet
That difference is quite a hefty gap
Who cares! It makes my pancakes nice to eat
At Hebron’s Maple Festival, I’m told
We celebrate our liquid maple gold!

I hear the wind, it screeches loud as death
A sound the cuts the graveyard’s solemn stones
I only hear the sharp and vicious breath
It whips aloud in living shrieks and moans
The wind proceeds to yell in ghastly screams
It seeks to cut the bricks that make the walls
Each wall remembers every brick that seems
To hold it up before it breaks and falls
A wind that blows through bricks, that screams and cuts
That’s not a normal wind, it knows the way
To turn against the strength the wall abuts
And call itself the song of judgement day
The beauty of the song that tears what’s still
Becomes belief in all it seeks to kill.