November Poem by Barry Middleton

an autumn chill that tints the air
the fireplace lit
the evening chair
so many things remind me of November

maple leaves that yet hold tight
the shorter day
the longer night
a wish that I forever must remember

tender lips and vows we made
the time of day
when shadows fade
when love was not a token or pretender

then winter nights and deepest snow
foretell the fate
that all must know
still I recall the passion love can render

often dreams may take me there
where two of us
without a care
cherished each and every dying ember