["Debutante" saw the light of day in my first poetry chapbook, "The Lady in the Pink Hat," Candor Press, 1969.]
Sighs The fresh chill Of November morn The stare of icy eyes While the sun is born Fetal innocence Unaware, the Fall demise Young oak unconvinced Not older braver trees. Blow north wind Unfettered Against the shallow charms And golden warmth, deterred By fragile youth's alarms.
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