poem of the day February 12 

I can tell

by the ring

around their trunks

the poor maples

are all having 

serious bouts

of cabin fever

Are going crazy

after spending 

the long winter

stuck underground

in their root basement

binging on 

nothing but 

sugar water

Before the trees go insane

I do hope the sun

comes out 

with a blast of

warm sugar weather

and lets the maples

escape  their hovel

to begin the sweet spring race

up to the tips of their branches