The Woodsman

by Stephen Paden

Their dead arms
Bring warmth
Their bodies refuge
Against winds from the north
Their eyes are blind
to the blade
given to me by my father
but of this I bring you warmth
and a place to sit
so that the cold will never bite
at your fingertips

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