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Putting away Summer Things

Iím sitting here and sorting out
And putting away summer things.

The less-worn things Iíll pack away
And take out at the first sign of spring.

Itís with regret we turn our backs
On summerís carefree air
And get out our boots and mitts and wraps
And cover our sun-bleached hair.

Some item long-kept catches my eye,
And I dream a little while.

And I put it back though itís threadbare
And long-since out of style.

Iíll tuck it away with fond memories
And discard it first thing next spring.

Just sitting, sighing, sorting out
And putting away summer things.

©2010 Carol Morfitt

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