tryingpoetry

Interpret however you want

title: My Ax

date: November 28, 2013

A purpose of the ax, sliding against long sticks of cedar, before making the fire, edge blunted that tasted concrete clumsiness.

Idle file in the toolbox knows steel and sharpness, strongly grooved, confident.

Seldom they meet, until a bird needs readied for the table, then compassion is in the sound of their embrace.

title: The House in Valley

date: November 27, 2013

I recall growing up and visiting the house in Valley. Fields my Grandpa planted. The crowing of chickens. The sweet air far from town. Walking with my Dad, tracking deer through a fresh November snow.