Back and Forth

The final day of Twenty Twenty-four
the weather here was sunny, crisp, and clear.
My house was sound, my body not too sore –
repair and restoration work was near.
My doors and windows would not rot. My fear
of knee arthritis was abating fast.
My place and I seemed able for the year
ahead, as much as for the one just passed.

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