Firewood

No matter where I am, no matter what obstacles I'm facing, 
I will seek the laughter in my winter.
Debra Klingsporn

Stacked out in the sunshine

Along the porch

Firewood waits for wind winging in cold days

Waits for a frosty frigid night to warm us

Waits for sleet and freezing rain

For snowfall and  grey-sky days

Waits for its final work as a tree,

Comforting—protecting

 A family on bitter wintry days,

But no, still the ashes enrich the soil

And new trees sprout and grow

Wood, an earthy treasure fine as gold.