beneath the thinnest yellow light, I sit
relishing its warmth that’s cosier than the wine
mellow and exhilarating,
it is that time of the year again
when the rust-orange splashes gleefully
paves the way to the milk drops
the chill dreary winds replace the pumpkin spiced breeze
mittens, quilts, socks, hood see the daylight
nature draping a misty veil impedes the translucent gold lights
The rake screeching on the pavements peeling the scarlet past
the frosty ground, the dangling icicles, the shivering feeling
assures November is here, at last
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the aroma of hot chocolate prominent
the chill doorknobs, the kettle singing all-day, the glittering water drops on grass blades, the short days and long nights,
the earth wraps itself in a white gown
the fireplace brewing marigold flames
A party time for the families
the chimney smells hot turkey or a chicken croissant
the barbeque emitting smoky fragrance
the empty streets shine on moonlight nights
Sometimes I feel November brings two moons
One shining high above, other coating the ground
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the sizzling cup of hot chocolate resting on the French window
creates a magical mist, I scribble your name
and see it vanish into thin air of Alpine November
the quiet winter sun gradually sets in splashing myriad shades
wintry dusk hurriedly crawls in
the cloudless sky shines in her ebony robe
twinkling galaxy reminds of the stillness
the crackling fireplace heaves embers of hope
let the specks of blazing gold warm the permafrost soul. 💚
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