Between two days
cutting like slivers of ice,
the warmth of bird song.
The thin snow awaits
its transformation into
spring's rippling streams.
Hand-sawn, fresh split, stacked:
maple, apple, pine, and birch
. . . but for next year.
There is an 'extra' card here which I needed to make 100 cards - at the start, I had a card that took two days, which broke my '...
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