November sun.
Cast your warmth on us.
Let us hold your rays within.
Warm us. Prepare us for the colder,
shorter days of winter. Hold us
in your clear warm embrace.
Sparkling rays lick our face.
as we go about our days.
Knowing you will set quickly in evening
to rise swiftly in golden glory tomorrow.
Holding promises of crisp warm moments.
While we sip our pumpkin spiced drinks.
Laughing at memories we are making
in the leaf piles and festivals which are on hold this year.
Yet if we listen closely in the streets we will hear the echos
of festive memories dance along. Holding space for the
days when we, too, can come together building new
festive memories. Promises of days to come in your warm
sparkling sun.
