by Bethany Veith
We fought against the cold
sweat dripping in August as we
split hardwood and stacked it just so
upon wispy grass and purple asters.
The summers vanished like a dream.
Wood smoke settled into the valley
stippled with red and orange maples
silhouetted against the frosted White Mountains.
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