A job all too familiar done regardless of weather

Splitting Firewood



Funny how snow falls in so many ways

Big flakes little pellets sleet and so on

Today the logs snow covered for days

Are awaiting my splitting axe at dawn


This morning the snow’s in pellet form

Dry and fine like grains of sand

The splitting block ancient worn

Sits waiting for a mittened hand


The spitting axe swung high and hard

On dry sawn logs of last year’s cut

They crack and split  across the yard 

While snow pellets fly like crystal dust


Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-05 at 23:49

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good one, Joe!

This is so beautifully written.Full of icons.It has been years since i sensed snow and i loved reading about it.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderfully descriptive piece, Joe. Members of Coo & Co felt very drawn in to this one, experiencing with you the snow, the logs, the axe. And as always we like your rhymes and slant rhymes, and the natural flow of it all :>)