November is here and not without
That unforgiving melancholy
Love and truth are trying to mix
In my tired heart‘s alchemy
And trying to mix, warm and cold
November, rains and we step out
On a neutral side of ‚its okay‘
With dry lips on hopeful mouths
There’s a hint of gold, I try to hold
Walking down this amber stretch
And November rain is here to steal
Every inch of space in my humble breath
Rustic and alone, dark and sure
I see how this evening has come to be
I could choose to cry or laugh along
With all that feeds, November’s glee.
-Al