November

an autumn chill that tints the air the fireplace lit the evening chair so many things remind me of November maple leaves that yet hold tight the shorter day the longer night a wish that I forever must remember tender lips and vows we made the time of day when shadows fade when love was not a token or pretender then winter nights and deepest snow foretell the fate that all must know still I recall the passion love can render often dreams may take me there where two of us without a care cherished each and every dying ember