poem : november

It’s time for hearthside,
the firelight
radiates warmth to our bones.

It’s time for bare trees,
the leaves free
swirling straight back to the earth.

It’s time for inside,
the home time
we use to declutter our minds.

It’s time for dreaming,
the cold nights
hold us so soundly asleep.

It’s time for November.
I embrace her
for bringing us back to this time.

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