Joan Siegel
Getting Ready for Winter
Sunlight hardens like resin.
Squirrels quiver on high branches
stuffing their hoard in hollows.
The cat thickens his fur.
We pull sweater from cedar chests
stack firewood and kindling
seal cracks around windows
on the north side of the house.
Fifty miles south
my mother alone in her room
shreds old letters birthday cards
receipts for what was paid in full.
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