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Bringing in the Firewood

Poem

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Published November 22, 2006 at 5:00 a.m.


Chimney smoke exactly as gray

As the sky to which it rises

Teases the aimless snow that falls

With endless compromises,

But that's the way it is, I suppose,

In love as in winter weather:

People mix and mingle, drift apart,

Drift back together;

Where two have melted into one

Love flies its fragile kite,

But I see signals of distress,

Bespeaking oversight;

I know where fire has melted ice

and lovers play a cheerful game,

I know one who sweats with shovel,

Freezes to feed the flame.

"Bringing in the Firewood" appears in Making Up For Lost Dreams: A Collection by Stanford Pritchard, 2000, available at 10 Springside Rd., Middlebury, VT 05753.