Novemberish

The yellowness of the November trees cast a warm and cozy glow over my melancholy. A hue that comforts and silences.

I bend towards exercise but stretch and snuggle further under the heating pad warmed down comforter.

A sort of laziness has washed over. A decadence so sweet. Christmas movies, before their season, a soundtrack to semi-slumber. Body immovable, yet the mind races on.

Reservations, museums, churches, and city overlooks. Moments curated to colorize the season. Twinkle lights warm every scene.

Looking towards weeks that disappear like dew on a warm day.  Anticipating too much and losing sight of moments because of perfection’s quest. Trying to spin a dream.

Anxiousness washes over as I dig my heels deeper into the cloud-like mattress. Willing to erase all from my mind, except visions of sugar plums and Meryl’s delicate laugh in the background.

November, 2nd to last, again. She has her place, her crown. Hold on as she may, time barrels to the finish despite her fight. The energy of the December folk render her defeated way too soon.

November prematurely drops the diadem. A little too loudly, with a slight look of relief and disdain. Knowing that she is a mere placeholder, she wears the robe with pride. Though her reign is intermissum…

~simply

Dee

*original work by me, Simply Dee 11-7-25♥️

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