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a fairy, two cats,and a Mandalorian —this is the way
even when plannedthe clear-cutting of fall cropsfeels like violence
today's long gameof hide and seekwith the rain
as we sleepthe trees cover our rake workwith fresh orange leaves
in which we wonderwhy helping neighbors in secretis so much more fun
today again I spentmore time than usuallooking away
waxing crescent moonstill below the horizon —unhookable fish
forgetful squirrelsand their contributions —reforestation
today would have beenhis eighty-seventh birthday —good wind for sailing
worn shirts, old blankets —some nights there is not enoughsoftness in the world
chasing the sunup into the sky —bright orange cosmos
stars reeling overhead,the ache resolving intocalls for a cease fire
I meant to visit —then I planted a gardenand you know the rest
two old cicadaschecking in with each other —"Hard frost?" "No, not yet."
misdiagnosis —she looks one more timefor a doctor who listens
no food, no power,no water, no cell service —all we can think of
feeling the weightof each log in its place —stacking firewood
closing my eyesto concentrate on summer —last ear of sweet corn
sweeping goldenrodits arc bending towards the lightwe know is dwindling
we tuck the roots inwith the leaves that have let go —sugar maple
I needed to hearmy path was survivable —National Coming Out Day
resplendent fox —the wide green Earth transformedinto a backdrop
warm autumn days —we warn the ferns not to sendthose fresh new shoots up
more leaves on the lawnthan are left on the tree, now —early rake days
still herewith their wellness check-ins —mated cardinals
homemade mulchand a quilt of dead leaves —let's tuck the bees in
perennials busy building the roots they'll need come spring
twin positive tests —we tell the stories of howit could have been worse
my father's birth month —no need for a cardagain this year
toast, applesauce,a small bowl of rice —easing back into life