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Frosty mornings, cool patio afternoons

The crunch of leaves under the shoe

Daytime pulled faster into darkness

Dark winds, a howling witch’s brew

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November is the only passage

Holiday introspection starts here

So much to sort and catalog

Another calendar year to dog-ear

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Time falls back, but not a rewind

Overflowing the memory queue

Wins and losses, into the ledger

Time to settle what’s due

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Beyond lies the winter waiting

Forward into the uncertain gray

On the horizon, a shiny new year

A bit of late sun closes the day