Summer work for winter's fires

 

Evening light washes through the house,
most of its heat relieved by wind,
but apparently still able to zap me
with the memory of noonday sun,
the sweat and the burrs of the work with wood,
and how I wanted to sleep, after

So we will take a small rest,
wait for the sun to go behind the hill,
and then prepare for our day's final task -
to heft the crusty dusty logs again.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 23, 2023