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winter's ledge

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Leaves they burst in gory garden glory
Yellow reds and greens all spent
Once so spry and gushing
Now I watch them
Die and fall
My favorite leaf
Hung on
Despite the stirring breeze of ocean fog
That runs along the November surf that kills my tree
A winter writer’s breath and sea logs drift in soothing tree trunk death
Washed upon the beach to greet the lolling dogs and strolling people lazing
Tossing sticks back and forth rolled and tossed between the jumping dogs
Across Ocean Beach

Christ
Whenever autumn falls
And tumbles over
It always leaves me
Here upon this winter’s ledge