November

There is a calmness, I find, something tranquil and true
In walking out in November, the sky crisp, new, and blue,

The leaves on the ground are many, the ones on the trees few,
Forming a path of gold for feet to walk through.

The days are growing shorter, with no sun to look to,
And Christmas lights are twinkling, in warm, comforting lieu.

There is a calmness, I find, something tranquil and true,
In knowing that when walking out in November

Everything will be exactly as you remember

And yet every single part of it will be something new.