Wood Gathering: A Poem

At night in the woods.

Disclaimer: This is kind of a cliché poem but I had fun writing it.

Air sharp as glass, ice scraping flesh

Breath escaping in frosty plumes

Feet frozen, struggling up hill to the place where the wood lies

Snow glows bluish, dark shapes fracturing it’s crust, frozen in escape

Stillness, snow holding tightly to all sound but the travelers

Constellations assume their poses, looking back through time with patient curiosity, eyes extinguished for millenia

Flashlights swing right to left and back, searching

Pausing, putting down the wood bag; catching breath

One stands watch while the other sets to work

Listening; sharp crack, blade falling

Wood rending under blows

Load bundled, nervous glances; fears better left unvoiced

Back to light, too far away

Not too quick, not wanting to look behind

Home close, steps quicken in urgency

Silent reassurances; nothing is there

A sound from the darkness, wood flung aside, clattering

All thoughts of fire forgotten

In flight, flashlights abandoned

Stairs, porch, door flung open, in

Dawn brings light, safety promised

Door opens, cautious glance

Long shadows cast by an early sun reveal clawed tracks in the snow

26219371_10214707809985948_2243291202558779177_n
A track my husband found right outside of our trailer last winter after hearing howls “like out of a movie” nearby.

Author: ldinlove

I am a 55 year old woman with one husband and one child living on raw land we bought in eastern Washington state. I am not normal. I am eccentric. Our whole family is, for that matter.

2 thoughts on “Wood Gathering: A Poem”

  1. Get yourself a dog, she’ll let you know if something is lurking.
    When I lived in Minnesota a few years ago (on my mom’s property), I spent 7 months trudging through the woods to my camper. It was only about 600-700 yards up into the woods, but it gets really dark (in the woods) at night. Sure I had a flashlight… I also had my fur-baby.

    1. We’ve been planning on getting a dog as soon as we build a fence. We found tracks all around our trailer last winter after hearing howls unlike those of coyotes. They do have packs around here.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.