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Donning Fall
by Kay Weeks

Days with shorter sleeves, but longer hems,
Extended shadows rich in grays and browns—
ve taken summer tresses, cut or trimmed,
Now growing out above, while leaves fall down.

Who’s to say where summer passion goes?
Like lemonade too tart, we couldn’t drink!
It held me briefly as a kiss or painted toes,
Then dropped me out of feeling into think.

Back to gray
-white clouds, so soft, elusive,
A gentle coverlet we used and put away;
All those words prove weak and inconclusive
Compared to what we plan and mean to say.

Protect your heart against the wintry cold,
And spring may come with love, or so I
m told.


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