1
The first log I load bursts into flame heated up by the embers of the log before, glowing on the floor of the wood fired boiler. I load another, then ten more until the stack reaches a little over midway heaped to the top of the chamber. And as I load I think about logs lighting other logs passing the flame up through the pile, to ones on top layers burning layers ‘til they all burn away. ~~
2
Scent of snow-cold covers everything up.
Then twig fires in the deep woods red light keeping warm making tea orange light walking away
I am just staying me even when nothing else helps to be that way. ~~
3
From the hill above I can see an iced over bog and dry golden grass frozen in clear water. The cold wind An empty field Geese going over Woodpeckers in the woods no one is here
