Too wet to plow,
cold clear sky
before dawn,
green storm
forecast on the screen—
Live Oak down,
waiting patiently
in the road
to become cordwood
close to the woodstove—
to warm flesh again
and again and again.
Too wet to plow,
cold clear sky
before dawn,
green storm
forecast on the screen—
Live Oak down,
waiting patiently
in the road
to become cordwood
close to the woodstove—
to warm flesh again
and again and again.