Black Leather Boots,
a cape and a shawl.

Kid gloves, some mittens,
out there in the hall.

Fur lined or worn out,
the outer wraps lie,
Like a peacock to pheasant,
objects to eye.

And yet, they belong,
just as they lay.
Sacrifice, need,
and fashions array!

December 30, 1970
By Linda A. Copp ©