And then it shall be winter

Now that my work nears completion,
I hear footsteps on the roof
and a ladder down below,
and a grey-faced man
approaches the cabin
from the cemetery side,
gesticulating.

And that was when it started,
the banging and the hammering
and the making good
for those who come after.

Ah, well, it must be time to go.

The days stretch out before me
like the long summer vacation
in boyhood.

A short walk before tea,
and then it shall be winter.

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