Through This Window (poem)

I see a sun hovering
in the far sky

(Is it the same one
that seeks me each day?)

creating wings from a skyline
of forest it caresses

and warms lake’s surface
covered in snow.

Sprouting shrubs linger near
shoreline’s shape

gives halt to my eager steps
ice perhaps too thin

to explore any mysteries
on the other side.

My firewood a pyramid
of split logs

enough to satisfy any hearth
however stacking them

not part of morning’s plan
since nature’s moment

keeps calling me.

© 2012 Richard L. Provencher
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