Passing Fashion Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

not yet it's
the first snow
of the season the sun is still coming out
from behind the clouds
and we are taking out from wardrobes

jackets, mini jackets,
coats, spring coats,
overcoats, fur-lined overcoats and winter furs
and covering to severe
frost and strong winds

with thrill of emotion
we are looking at spring
dresses
the last swimsuits
summer shoes

bought,
on the first day of the autumn
I will establish next year.
I wasn't in time,
because an autumn came and now


I can fail to meet the fashion