sweet smell of woodsmoke
and singing from beyond the hill
people gathering
between old and new
air filled with messages
seen and unseen blend
bonfires lite the night
revelry and remembrances
dawn brings a new year
MAPLE SYRUP, sugarhouse, a snowstorm...
THIS HAS BEEN A COLD AND SNOWY WINTER, MUCH LIKE THOSE I REMEMBER FROM CHILDHOOD. ANOTHER CHILDHOOD MEMORY WAS THE SUNDAY DRIVE TO BUY MAP...
