Father the year has fallen.
Leaves bedeck my careful flesh like stone.
One shard of brilliant summer pierced me
By this only
I am not deat, but waiting.
When the last warmth is gone
I shall bear in the snow.
- Audre Lorde
Father the Year Has Fallen
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