November Nights

Righteous Jammer

We walk down the street.
The people we meet.
The quiet leaves,
that dance at our feet.

We walk down the street.
My dreams of a warm breeze.
Your smiles that bring,
sweet release.

We walk down the street.
The people we meet.
This November night,
It seemed so right....

EvilToasterElf

This is a nice little piece - subdued longing

though I hate to do it - it reminds me of a little piece so I'm gonna post it

Autumn leaves of pale maroon
blessed by the amber thoughts of noon,
hibernating in december’s dark
before glowing at the mountain’s hearth,
while shivering in the doorway of dusk
the handle turns and the icey crust
has thawed beneath the canopies,
outlawed by some calamity
from which wild deer are left fleeing
from their quiet rippling pools.

Crunching steps through unmarked trails
over the bed of dying shells, hallmarked
browns of the soil’s shroud, left by the shadow
of September days, broken twigs from
sick old men, warding saplings in their den
waiting for the children to eat at the adult table
softly storing untold fables like trophies on the
mantelpiece

twin1

I liked this one, it was uplifting and "light"...good read.