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Firewood
Smoke rises from chimneys
as the scent of firewood
permeates the air
And the briskness of the
new season
radiates well-being.
Squirrels gather the last vestiges
of fallen acorns
amid the lingering leaves of autumn.
Time meanders like tumbleweed
across the prairie
searching for a place to settle.
Artifacts of daily life
no longer needed
dissipate into shadows
As the moon grows
from crescent to full
before the new dawn.
And the aroma of firewood
transports the senses
to places unknown.
11/15/19