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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.

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I love the last two lines

 

He'd be happy to let the fire rest for awhile

but Winter returns every year.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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Aleksandra

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

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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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

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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! icon_rendeer.png

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