Travis Wade

chopping winter

                    morning
                    frost wakes
                    night’s 
                    sleep and
                    opens 
                    [        ]
                    skies 
                aspens  
                flutter in 
                gusts,
                ax head
                chips
                stark 
                white
                skin with 
                one 		g
                s		in
                    w

            granite-like 
            knots 
            impossible to 
            chop
            come fall
            the winter cuts 
    *
                    *		*	*
                            *
            day 
            down

            (hands ache)