
it takes a hardy soul
it takes a hardy mind to build a cabin
far in the north woods
board upon board
nails split the timbers through
hands crack
fire flickers in a black stove
cold blue light of night
still air of the sun
no words spoken
shifted frozen time resonates inside your head
soon the plane will signal their return
you pick the flag from the twisted brambles
snow to your shins
the fire calls for your return
white light and blue
soon you grow immune


1 comment:
Well, all right then.
Nice image. mighty nice.
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