November looks back
toward September feeling
tired and chilly as
her light moves quickly
from morning to night
making it even more difficult
to absorb any warmth
and leaving more time
for disturbing dreams
which will never be revealed
the leaves are quickly
turning dull and falling
looking ahead to winter and
the end of year holidays
where dreams only get worse
she hopes next fall
will last a little longer
and that spring will
move quickly into summer
...so many of us make me feel that we seem to all love and care for November; i come by it honestly...the month i was born, November. special and i think she thinks the same way.
