Two drops of spring sap,
pinched out along high branch,
hang side by side,
catch March sun.
With
fiercely sparkling crystal
tears the elderly maple,
weeps.
Each drop falls reluctantly,
from limbs above,
felled one by one,
inch by inch.
Mutual Wake ache reveals
our ingrained bond.
—Mary Martin Lane, friend of Prairiewoods
(photo by Jenifer Hanson)