October
Knowing I’d be laid up
for at least a month
added some urgency
to October–winterizing–
running the mower empty and the weed-wackers dry,
cleaning chainsaws, draining water lines, coiling hoses,
the air cool, not cold,
sun bright, not hot.
Filling the wood shed, stacking kindling,
bringing in all the scattered tools
of a summer of drought,
finches singing, bush tits
filling a tree.
A day like this–
clean, bright, first leaves turning,
“all safely gathered in”
worth being alive for.
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