Winter comes slowly
To coastal California --
Neighbor's Christmas lights
On the brand new wooden fence
Mysterious graffiti
She feels sympathy,
She has had the same problem
For several years
Light from the full moon appears
Duller in the city smog
Late at night he slogs
His way through an old novel
For English Lit.
While all his friends have seen fit
To play at the city pool
Some say "Love's a fool,"
But when they are holding hands
The world's coherent
The beauty is apparent
In the apple tree's blossoms
They are just customs;
Shaking hands, waving goodbye,
But there's comfort there
The calendar page declares
Scorpio has come and gone
"What's that other song,
(I can remember one verse)
We used to sing it?"
Fall leaves turn, they begin it,
And my hair is turning gray
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