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| Chestnut boards |
A day full of character
a cold wind pouring through the trees
under a starched blue sky
leaves blowing in gusts
across the sparrowing field
browning leaning ever leeward
the first snow having melted
with the brash appearance
of the splendid silent sun
Too early I first thought
but now accept what comes
a welcoming of change
determined as I am to age gracefully
between spurts of anguish
wearing wool earlier each fall
no longer embarrassed
when a rare visitor notices
my patched insulated jeans
hand-stitched and worn in comfort
and pride in how the wear was earned
with what we once called honest work
Letting nature take its course
as leaves pile up against the boards
chestnut salvaged from a fallen barn
today I'll call it winter
and enjoy it while I can
that the dusk may fall now
and the moon rise.
—with a phrase by Whitman and a line by Beckett
