Bringing in the Wood

long tall trees twitching in the strong wind

muddy meadow trails and

a bridge made of old spongy logs

not strong enough

to help fill the barn

with firewood this year

the world askew with leaves

the offspring of the summer past

the whine of twin chainsaws

and the strong men in my family

all of us strong

hefting eight foot logs about

staying abreast of the upswell

of Autumn

vivid memories

stacked into neat piles

and saved

for the cold short days

of the coming winter