The Push

Misty morning

Sailing on the open sea early in the morning.

The mist surrounds me.

The wind is howling just like a wolf wood at the moon. 

 I fell free, gliding across the cobalt blue ocean staring at the sky

Bird


Flapping,

Fluttering,

Flying through the air,

The warm breeze flowing through my feathers,

The sweet smell of nectar fills the air,

I swoop down to the flowers,

I see buds on the trees,

Maple Syrup

Sugary water,
dripping,
dripping,
Slowly filling up the buckets,
Maple boiling,
Until at last,
Sugar,
Slow moving,
delicious,
dropping onto your pancakes,