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Eudora Welty


Saturday, January 14, 2023

The year without summer

What I was really waiting
for was another summer

Long on days without end
laughing days with friends

Shortly I thought summer would begin
shortly I thought my life would again

Have morning, simple morning
not insightful, or revealing

Just cool mornings and warm evenings
white cloud skies, stars at night

But it did not come, the summer again
I did not warm to the sun or friends

But cooled to the touch of an early fall
As the year without summers comes for all.