so many things.
our doors,
the windows when the weather
has turned
towards cold.
we shut down
the garden,
locking the gate,
we finish up
our the summer things.
folding clothes
into the cedar chest.
we hunker down,
we contemplate.
we set out the salt bags,
the shovel
we close down
the year
as the next one waits.
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