My dog comes to the door when I put on my boots
“okay” I tell him,
and he shadows into the night with a bound.
I walk out of the dooryard.
My headlamp lights the path, the block.
I raise the axe and bring it down
Spruce snicks into the sugar snow.
I reach for another log
And, as I straighten, I am stopped
Staring into green-blue-lit eyes
Last winter, I stared into the eyes of a wolf
Just these eyes on a frozen night lake.
It looked its fill.
Green light lunges and snaps overhead.
Stars prickle on the back of my neck.
The spruce trees shiver.
my dog steps into the glow of my headlamp.
His eyes melt again to chocolate.
Inside, I let firewood clatter to the floor.
He steals a piece to gnaw
gets bits of bark on the rug.