the nest
hidden
even when revealed
Awaiting The Security Of Leaves
More Precious Than Money
we pile up
our quartered logs
to see us through
To Be Held
even winter
seeks the comfort
of a nest
Protected by the Labors of Care
piles of wood
wheel barrels of apples
surrounded by the harvest’s securities
Provisions
Winter can bring
whatever it must
the woodshed is full.