I spent a few hours reading in my log cabin in the woods today...

Blizzard and Flame

The cracks between the logs have tamed the blizzard wind

into a cold but gentle breeze on my wood fire warmed face.

The rushing roaring spirit in the treetops all around me

is answered by the low humming, occasional crackle of the flame,

and by my listening silence, my settled stillness before the sounds

and the absences of sounds, the gusting and the lulls.