cold in here when I woke
opened the doors to the woodstove
cold ashes, not even one glowing ember –
I piled in kindling
and wood on top of that
and a match
fed the dog some duck jerky
while I was occupied in all that
to let her know I loved her
and to keep her outta my hair
while I worked to release the sunlight
held in the wood
66° in here when I began
now 76.6° & still going up
mission accomplished
pure poetry
