It wasn’t really John’s saw
that carved the branch into fire logs -
its blade severing rings of time.
The saw was mine but just like his.
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A lovely expression - 'severing rings of time'. Wish I'd thought of that! -chuck
There's comfort in this kind of companionship/kinship and this simple and necessary way to it, but translating it into a form of words and connections that allows us to feel it takes a very special talent. Being at one with your nature and the legacy you were 'living' is hard enough on its own!
This is a fabulous poem. The feel is one one innocence and nostagia. The manner of the piece is constructed so well, with an ability, on the part of the reader, to savour the words.
The past casts a long shadow on the landscape of this wonderful winter poem.. Great atmosphere in this one, Robert. Regards, Sandra
'slicing through rings of time' is great. I know well the feeling of someone 'inside', sort of joining one...