The autumn sea and sky meet at blue-grey swells,
blending one into the other;
while the days and months of the year slowly slip asunder.
Gentle waves lap at the beach washing clean
the white sands of time;
as shore birds chase and play in the ripples of the tide.
November winds blow lightly,
fickle and unpredictable –
holding onto the warmth of sunny summer days.
The bleakness of the winter – the coldness of the surf,
creep within the breakers
cresting on the shore.
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