November-ness

Your air of surrender

Your autumn-snuffed splendor

Your love, love-me-tender-remember-me-ness

Your lonesome, your winsome

Your bone-chilling wind-song

Your hold, hold me closer November caress

Your tree, naked, wanting

Your bleakness, enchanting

Your haunting of summer-no-more sympathy

Your face at my window

Yet cannot come in, oh,

Unstoppers an ocean of poem in me

© Janet Martin