Novemberlove

When it is autumnal outside
Light leaves around teatime
The time of warm fires inside
Is coming waiting for winter
Still enjoying coloured trees
Till the wind blows away the
Last colour while looking
Into closed grey sky with
Only few birds left on branches
Swaying in the years dance
No dream comes closer
Than holding each other
Fare over the seasons
Our spring starts when
The last leaves are blown
Through a dreamt heaven
jt 19.11.14