November Street

For Jeanne, who never saw the November when I missed her most.

November Street

by Joyce

From All Hallows peace through Thanksgiving feast
Feel crisp autumn breezes, see bright falling leaves.
The crowds, how they bustle, the trees how they rustle --
For joys unforgotten my lonely heart grieves.

Ripe apples a nickel, two hugs for a tickle,
The street fairs delight and cold nights need a partner.
We play toesies in bed, talk of books we have read --
Memory's image of love, no edge could be sharper.

How sweet in the morning to wake up my darling--
Still snug between covers, with kisses we greet.
God paints every autumn, so it won't be forgotten;
Love, I'll always remember our November Street.