to river our walks
through autumn, i
hold the by and bye
between the burning
and the dry decay
brown to crisp underfoot
talking the nonsense
of water twisting eddy
burble a river on roam
ever youth in motion
a kiss of inertia
a kiss to november's
home
November does often feel like home. After the extroversion of summer.
October and November are definitely my home. As you imply they are introverted months. A twilight as we wrap ourselves in night.
Just got done hiking with my wife and the greenery always sets us in the right mood, but the fall splashes make us feel at home.
Sounds great. A new haunt or something more familiar?
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