The leaves begin to fall,
as the sun shoots through the trees,
casting spotty shadows
on the wood pile,
where each log waits
for another winter
to find out if they will
be carried inside
to face the burning embers.
At the bottom of the pile
the logs are safe from the fire,
and termites and rot
will chart its destiny,
unless, or course, it is
an unusually cold winter.
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