January (Splitting Wood)

January
(Splitting Wood)

I can't feel my toes
It's so cold, and my nose
Glows red.
My fingertips burn
Like only cold can burn
This time of year.

The air itself falls
In little bits of frost
Like snow
And the moon shines bright
On this chill, wintry night
'Neath Orion's hunt

And the maul falls true
Then echoes loudly through
The trees
Disturbing the calm,
I and my six-pound maul,
Just to stay warm.







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