BRING ME NOVEMBER

Bring me november

bring me leaves crunching underneath heavy boots and me in a deep plum dress

my hair blowing in the wind

wind that promises.

rain and wet pavements and the apprehension of something

something's about to happen

something might be spectacular

gold and amber spine in the air

painting a path so much more vibrant than sunshine.

fall's sunshine in a hundred different colours.

ten hundred different flavours.

hot apple cidar/ cool air/ satisfaction just barely out of reach.

so close you can't just taste it- you feel it

wrapping you in a blanket as soon as you step outside.

november's a precursor

winter's cold us just kept at bay

the rusting gates holding in

the warmth you feel when your ears begin numbing and the temperature's just below ten degrees.

November is an almost.

its almost winter

it's almost cold 

you are almost happy