Monday, February 18, 2013

Timberline




Fog lifted slower than the sap
dripping off the ragged bark
of the neighboring sugar maple.
Woodpeckers echoed the deep wooded forest
like no other creature from this land.
Walking deeper, crunching leaves with every step.
Just over the hillside
a man stands
in a clearing,
chainsaw in hand.
 

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