The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things
come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go,
not one lasts.
come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go,
not one lasts.
--Carl Sandburg, "Autumn Movement"
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