Winter Wind

I heard the wind blow hard all through the night,
and up before the sun I hear it still.
I checked the weather app, and clocked the sight
of “feels like 24″ from gale-caused chill.
I hesitate to venture out, but right
across the deck await the tools that will
enable morning post on balanced seat.
I’ll dash on tree debris to start the heat.

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