Psalm 34, verse 8: "Taste and see that God is good."
We make our way into the woods
at the edge of our land, trees webbed
with plastic tubing, clear
and pale green against the snow.
Down to the beaver dam, pond
punctuated with cattails,
galvanized tin bright
against grizzled trunks.
Dip a finger beneath the living spigot.
At every sugar shack across the hills
clouds of fragrant steam billow.
And after long boiling, this amber...
Where I grew up, the air is soft
already, begonias thinking
about blooming. Here, this
is what rises, hidden and sweet.
In honor of Tu BiShvat which begins tonight at sundown, here's a poem about the sap rising. It's a revision of a poem I shared here a few years ago.
Enjoy the full moon. Here's to the sap rising -- in our trees and in our hearts!