Like November

There’s something this November that flies around the air.
It’s this peace and color that brightens more with every new sun.
And at night it illuminates our faces just enough.
The cold this year likes to tease but we still keep warm.
And our arms stay linked and connect at the bottom at our fingertips
As our heads rest on one another’s with an easing calm, for comfort.
I don’t see this often.
I’ve no desire to take it for granted.
That way I can feel it brand new each time.
Ask me anything you’d like.
Never say sorry.