revving of chainsaws
rhythmic thudding of lone axe
fading to darkness
revving of chainsaws
rhythmic thudding of lone axe
fading to darkness
all the way to work
whistling the same ten notes
thanks, Charlie Brown
budding in the east
crimson bleeds across the sky
the sun’s crown breaks through
late November blooms
spared the indignity
dying ugly
even through thin clouds
first sunrise seen in six days
lift soggy spirits