It's the first breath of cold
Where the new comes
Forget the old
Birds chirping
Not migrated
Clear inhaling
Fresh mornings
Fun nights
Friends, family, and fires
Memories of fall love
Trees swaying
leaves descending
Walks of crunchy leaves
Peaceful, comfortable silence
Just two people, two hands
As one
Never less
Even through harsh winters
Love burns like an unending flame
Even when they're being lame
Cheesy and adorable
They can't help but be available
Always for you
They make time
Never let it take yours like a crime
Freedom as one,
Only in November.
