Towering Cedar
Snow swirls outside my window-
dancing like a child.
Tiny orange flame
quivers under my tinder,
praying the wet wood catches.
Rolling clouds, my breath
filling the wood stove like smoke.
trembling with the flame.
Shiny crescent falls
chopping, chopping--oh!
thumb flies free once more.
raindrops clinging to
the thin branch like silver seeds.
Each a tiny world.
Cedar spears the sky.
Grain a river of arrows.
Dreaming of boat wood.
The snow is gone. The rain has returned. Tomorrow, I finally get to build a boat.
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