November

Rustle yet my weary heart
you act as if you'd forgot
the timeless moments,
curious dreams, ushering
forth out of your seems.

Ardent hopes still not dead
the leaves are rusting
burning red, change has
come and brought anew
this fortunate time for me to find.

In memory this month will rest,
and I must wonder if trials before
were simply a test, a preparation
an education, for now that we've met,
this short time shared, in this new light cast

I find no fear, I find no worry
and have discovered I was wrong
this whole time, understanding now
much I'd never known, how I'd grown,
the joy I've had to share this time with you.