The Start of Spring.jpg(By: Adrian Drower)

On the ground snow very light,
Throughout the day and night.
Over an open fire it bubbles,
Trees of maple: aroma strong.

Fire warm, orange and red,
Pancake thoughts going through head.
Sweet smell and sticky feel,
Close your eyes… Can it heal?

Flames cover like a blanket,
There’s protection from wind chill.
The sun’s light- very bright,
Waiting for night.

People gather and talk,
Maybe even a passing hawk.
Nature calls to us all,
Mother Earth- heeds our call.