hard winter toil
cutting wood for the fire,
the axe rests
I am an Australian poet, writer, blogger, psychologist, wife, mother of two children, autism and environmental advocate, and mad animal lover
a winter haiku about an axe
June 4, 2015 at 1:17 pm
When I lived in New England…I did such chores…I think my arms and hands have finally recovered after numerous years.
June 4, 2015 at 2:18 pm
It’s not a job that I could do – it would be good exercise I can imagine Charles 😀
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