(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.
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