November Road

How tall the naked oaks stood, and so bold The sidewalks and my heart still damp with rain The topaz twilight fades in shades of gold As fallen leaves lay carpets down the lane How brisk the wintry winds blew, like a kiss September’s scent a rich and spicy musk How perfect was that moment, trimmed in bliss The gilded leaves a glimmer in the dusk How crisp the autumn air felt, like a leaf While October’s hollow voice recites a poem That tells me tales of all its joy and grief And even in its sadness I am home Without a fear, without a care, and without a heavy load You will find me walking down November Road.