forester

the logger’s axe

cracks the woods,

brutal cold, while

yonder limb falls

snapped by the dense

hands of god.

 

what god breaks,

sharp irregular at edge

will stay below to grow

swarming life when spring

releases the forest

from the rude

blue air, to live.

 

the man pauses

smoking a cigarette

exhaled smoke freezing

hanging before him.

lifting in the slight breeze, 

through the trees, mixing,

rising to a

god that cursed

this land with huge

beauty, and

hard gleaned treasures.

a heavy handed creator

of near desire,

and distant untouchable lovers.

 

and as an aloof lovers lies,

the mountains surrounding

provide no warmth or shelter

indifferent in rest,

lovely in their arrogance,

unaware.

 

the axe reports again

snow veils to the ground

shaken from branch.

the man pauses

to drink strong drink

warmed in a flask

next to his body,

exhaled breath gathering,

under a gray sky 

ready for snow tonight.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

You paint a picture well with your words, my friend. You make your audience feel they moment your protagonist is living in within your poem. It conjures our own memories of the elements of nature we have lived through. A very enjoyable read. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

[hanford zdeb]

Thank you. I’m new to poetry social media so I appreciate your words for their kindness as well their lesson in review writing. Thank you.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

You are very welcome. And also welcome to the community. Keep writing and sharing your art. And don't be afraid to read the works of others and share your thoughts on it. Everyone is kind and helpful for the most part. We all see ourselves equal in talent and ability, but especially the love for art that is shared. You are now part of a worldwide community of writers. Keep on writing.