Tag: wood stack

Stack, rack, pile and pack Teeter totter tumble down Winter wood we found

Snowflakes twirl and glide A graceful gentle descent How is water white?

Am I the whisper? The murmur in the darkness? A wolf in the night?

Can I hide behind Between the corners and lines On the darker side

I know every log I can tell you their stories And where they come from

This is this year’s wood Which could and would be good wood Next to next year’s wood

Let the sunshine in Driving the moisture away And turning you grey

Perpetual fog Hangs low around our shoulders Summoning the gloam

If you trip or slip If you tumble or stumble Or fall I’ll catch you

Now the wood is dry Fill every crack and corner Against the winter