The Heat is On

I waited till October 23rd
to turn the fire on, addressing chill.
The furnace early used to seem absurd;
I always did without its warmth until
November. But the climate’s getting ill,
and older I don’t weather cold for sure.
Surrendering to change, adjusting will,
my fire blazes pathways to explore.

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