Friday, April 3, 2015

FIRST SNOW AS I SPLIT WOOD ~









FIRST SNOW AS I SPLIT WOOD


 



Thin snow falling into
 

Valley fog, quiets everything,
 

No bird call, nothing flying —
 

The splitting wedge and hammer
 

Echo over the pasture
 

While the flakes open bigger
 

For no reason other than snow
 

And I straighten my sweaty back
 

And watch this world, lend a tongue
 

And taste it melt


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© Bob Arnold 

from Where Rivers Meet
Mad River Press 1990