A Winter’s Wood
is next to the cabin,
piled high,
some neatly in stacks,
others happenstance and
laying where they fell.
Precious heat emanates from inside the
richly glowing cabin walls, wooden…
reddish-brown and comforting.
The charred stovepipe exhausts smoke,
white hot stove aflame.
Tin soldier trees are
in formation
in the wilderness night.
Winds are blowing, snow falling.
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