Of November...

Is it really there?

This sense of space we cannot bridge

Or is it the November air

Enveloping autumn’s ridge

It’s cold out here today

And I wish we were together

Is it loneliness I feel

Or just November’s weather?

Is nostalgia a color

Or just days we remember

I think it pulses

In shades of November

November has the reputation

Of being dull, dismal and bleak

I don’t really mind it darling

With your sigh against my cheek

© Janet Martin