life runs through the trees {& in our veins}

the trees were coated, thick and heavy, from yet another sunday snow

but by next afternoon, it had mostly faded to memory

 jim stoked a fire hot enough to boil the sap
and keep the chill at bay

hearts expectant

we anticipate new memories
thick and sweet like maple syrup

and soft as fresh spring grass
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