It's December here
Because November is gone
You can take it out
Of the oven now
And let it cool on the counter
Some of the trees I remember
But most are bare as days
Largely a blur forgotten just
A few leaves saved
And those unfallen remain
To rattle on impractical
To try to save them all
Baked and eaten like bread
A scent I only recall
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