These November Days

November is nostalgia

Beautiful yet torn

Another year

Lived and worn

November is a paradox

A beautiful death

A new beginning

A last breath

November is distance

The years torn asunder

A bridge that spans

Delusion and wonder

November is a moment

A moment of time

Caught in the dance

Of rhythm and rhyme

November is a step

A dance, a play

Life moves on

In the smallest way

                   

November is the wait

Of everything before-

The waiting prepares us

For what we wait for

November is the end

And a new start

Let your dreams roam on

Within your heart