Why Not November!
Why Not November!
Dear November!
Do you know how much mean to me?
I love when you are not cold,
I love when you are not warm even.
You speak to me when I am busy with myself
It feels good.
“Breathe and inhale me “ -
I heard this morning and I grasped the cushion with a dream that you are coming.
No, it's not often. It happens when you are near.
Do you hear?
When you bring Sundays all through after every Saturdays,
I know I am happy.
It's Coffee and newspaper on the table and
I am looking at YOU on the virtual canvas all the way in the alleys of Switzerland and in the Island of Corsica.
I gasp when you reach to me, why you carry so little of you?
But you tickle me a little whispering, ‘You are healing. Do you know?’