Intrigued, I gazed out from first floor
In tree-cleft, outlined in low cloud
My neighbour - wielding chainsaw loud.
An event! I strolled out in the street
Where against the fence, not piled up neat
A criss-cross pile of branches lay;
More sunlight soon will come my way!
That's Nature for you - it runs riot
And blocks our vision on the quiet
So swaying gently, perched up there
My neighbour axes branches bare.
We exchange a greeting in the lane
Where weeds start growing once again
Despite the snow; if Spring comes late
Smart guy - free fuel to burn in grate!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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