A December afternoon, a chilly walk
Through willow trees. A time to take stock
Of the year's passing. Time winding down,
Months thrown around like leaves on the ground.
Few days are left on the calendar.
Summer busy walkways, empty of feet.
Just sunlight and seashore, a treat
To be savored before true winter sets in.
A new year is coming, the old one has been
Tossed away to memory.
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