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Woodpile


06.10.19 Posted in today's words by

Molly Frederick’s most recent poem to appear here was “Some Good Things” (April 2019)

Woodpile
By Molly Frederick

Still there
just where it was the last time I looked,
and the time before that, and all those times
before that—
A jumble of firewood, crisp-edged and clean,
more than a cord of it,
open to the moods and vicissitudes
of the sky.
Straw-bright in sunlight, butterscotch-rich
in shade.
Disorderly, plain, the woodpile
settles an account with
a leafy past and a fiery future.
Shining, seeming to ascend into a space
reserved just for it, something speaks of
acceptance and inevitabilities
in the vintage language of wood—
Until the heart finally opens,
lifting light to light.



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