Tomorrow It Begins

We heard the word snow—
 a nor’ easter tomorrow
and we went into winter readiness
The peacock standing guard
on the front step, another peacock
with painted metal feathers,
a three-foot painted fish
we bought in Maine—all placed
inside a deck storage box
We moved some of the outside  inside—
a pancake stack of chairs
A table covered with a tarp
moved away from stiff winds
Snow poles forced
in an almost frozen ground
Final leaves collected,
stuffed into a bag
We’re ready