tilsover Posted May 21, 2009 Posted May 21, 2009 When he stands, his back stabs in protest though his arms are yet hard and strong. Blinding snow under bright sky sun he'd begun in these woods at dawn. He will not step onto his skis, today nor will he harness his dogs. He will not pull fish from under the ice It's time for saw, ax, and maul. November woodshed filled to the brim enough left until spring, withour fear. He'd be happy to let the fire rest for awhile but Winter returns every year. Quote
tonyv Posted May 21, 2009 Posted May 21, 2009 Life in the North Woods, especially during the month of the FULL SNOW MOON, can be difficult ... for the uninitiated; it can be quite cozy for the well-prepared. Nice to see you, Til. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
JoelJosol Posted May 21, 2009 Posted May 21, 2009 I love the last two lines He'd be happy to let the fire rest for awhile but Winter returns every year. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach
Aleksandra Posted May 21, 2009 Posted May 21, 2009 Tilsover, how nice to see you back in our community, reading and sharing your lovely poetry. I like this poem, the fresh imageries, and expressions. Interesting connection between the title and the poem. I like this expression a lot: He will not step onto his skis, today nor will he harness his dogs. and then the last stanza is wonderful, and is the best way to finish poem like this one: November woodshed filled to the brim enough left until spring, withour fear. He'd be happy to let the fire rest for awhile but Winter returns every year Much enjoyed my friend, glad to see you back. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia
dr_con Posted May 21, 2009 Posted May 21, 2009 Captures the feel of the season, the structures of a rural life, and the unique perspective in a few well chosen words. Well framed, well done! DC Quote thegateless.org
douglas Posted May 21, 2009 Posted May 21, 2009 another beautifully written poem about a season - frank wrote a lovely 'ode' to spring. i love the reflective, yet everyday rhythm of this poem - and i must agree that i absolutely adored the final two lines as well! "but Winter returns every year" mmmmm... there is just something so elegant and deep about that combination of words! good stuff! thank you! Quote To receive love, you have to give it...
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