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Saturday, October 3, 2020

The Fragile Season / Yvor Winters


The Fragile Season

The scent of summer thins,
The air grows cold.

One walks alone
And chafes one’s hands.

The fainter aspen
Thin to air.
          The dawn
Is frost on roads.

This ending of the year
Is like the lacy ending
    of a last year’s leaf
Turned up in silence.

Air gives way to cold.

~~
Yvor Winters (1900-1968)
from Poetry, September 1922

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]

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