cold ground as the rain finally
leaves us alone... temperatures
hover below normal... winter
clothes are removed from boxes
stored in attics or basements;
fires in fireplaces or higher
settings on furnaces become
the early and unexpected norm,
not usually occuring this early
in the end of the year... and
as temperatures drop, we
wonder about moving farther
south to capture a sustained
warmth around which we
would like to spend our years;
the sun shines down on a cold
ground and the frost kills what
little is left on its surfaces...
mowers are drained of gasoline
to protect their seals while
rakes and hand clippers finish
the annual round of trimming,
city trucks carry off the debris
when not patchintg the roads,
when not taking their Federal
holidays... the sound of work
is silent in the valley... all of us
are inside the warmth of our
homes including the animals.
3 November 2021
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