The tubing piece (drop line) connected to it is hidden behind the tree.
Introducing: The Threelittle, the 2021 Blog Poetry Form.
The rules for composing a threelittle:
Each line has three syllables.
Each verse has three lines.
Each poem has three verses.
A cuckoo clock for the modern decor.
Here’s one:
When you write
for fun just
be silly.
Type it out
before you
think on it.
Choose any
flavor but
strawberry.
As Blog Madame I invite you to write threelittles to your heart’s content in the comment box.
P.S. Tapping Status: The sugarbush is 75% tapped. Tomorrow, Monday, a crew of four will tap the Morningside Section. Stay tuned for weather news.
P.P.S. Unless noted, all photos on the blog are shot by Chief of Operations.
The Nebraska Knoll Blog 
best winter
day of all
woods sky sun
walk the dog
walk the snow
walk walk walk
thank you God
creation
shouts OMNI
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same in Stowe
best winter
day of all
ski the woods
ski the fields
ski ski ski
creation
shouts OMNI
we hear it
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Down frozen lane
Spark with book —
Red-cheeked swain.
Pulls maple
Valve into
Dixie cup.
Steaming climb
Pebbled lane
winter’s end.
—
Birch saplings
Of gravel
Begotten.
Now mature
Unminded
Fixed in time.
Damp lacy
late vernal
umbrellas.
—
Baseball Cap
and Feather
days, ere passed.
Two silent
memories
fill the heart.
Soft and sweet,
the summer
passes still.
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Remember
the beech leaves
on saplings
Nodding yes
nodding no
a-flutter
By the brook
in the spring
Remember
***
Too hectic
at our place
(factory)
Much more fun
watching your
sap boil
You and him
after school
Elyse’s.
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Maple tree
make us some
sap to taste
stretch up to
the sky your
limbs grab sun
and roots dwell
in earth while
the snow melts
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Just in now
from tapping
the Falls Lines
Snow too deep
on uphills –
I wallowed.
Maple crowns
poking through
the hemlocks
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Hahaha
Hohoho
Hehehe
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to tapped
trees at end
of season
i bow deep
from my waist
and my head
grateful for
abundant
sap sweetness
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Often thought
pandemic
would croak us
but kneeling
down to shoot
photos of
spring crocus-
pushing Life
up from Dark
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to tapped
trees at end
of season
i bow deeply
from my waist
and my head
grateful for
abundant
sap sweetness
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pop a poem
in your mouth –
Chocolate
is second
best to this
sweetness –
words melting
in your mouth
then spoken
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