Seems Only Last Week Spring Leapt Straight Up Off

The surface of this side of the planet to
Connect with summer's full peak and
Arch toward fall falling in a
gentle curve collapsing
into snow

There what sometimes looked/smelled
/felt like Spring lay spent
Along the flat side
of the wheel

Early winter's ephemeral snow 
Bright scalloped mountains
decorated city ridge
today melts
tomorrow
freezes

Harvest masks and laughter
black-vined-gardens
frozen nose-hair
Depress allay
Fear-of-
death

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