Feb 2022 acoustic-one-take fingerstyle sappy
I’ve now lived in California longer than where I was born and raised in Vermont, but I still think of February as the start of maple sugaring, and I always keep a bottle of maple syrup in the house.
I’m embarrassed by writing poetically since I never feel imaginative or unique enough, so I compensate by leaning a little too hard into it. In this case, it makes things a little… sappy. (I’m sorry)
3/15/22 Edit: Uploaded a clearer re-recorded version, with a better set of chords in the bridge.
Winter in the woods is black and white
Verdure torn asunder
Fire buried under
The silence of the night
Nothing here on earth still seems alive
Every creature dormant
No feathered red informant
To help the dawn arrive
But something now is moving underneath
Gently percolating
from root to branch orating
the promise of the leaf
Siphoning the drops of crystal blood
Through translucent lattice
this woven apparatus
now gathers in the flood
Fragrant clouds suffuse the morning clear
From wood that gave the water
now burning ever hotter
The elixir now appears
Oh you could be told
nothing could ever taste so sweet
But no, you’d have to behold
When the transformation is complete
Winter in the woods is golden brown
Sweetness permeating
syrup consecrating
the snow upon the ground
@owl Feb 2022
This is beautiful—love your playing and vocals. The lyrics have so many gorgeous pastoral images and the ABBA rhyme scheme works really nicely.
@geoff61 Feb 2022
very solid this, all round.