This life is no metaphor-
fallen like an autumn leaf,
bright from the point of view of a passer by.
Long nights hemmed in busy days-
trying to save the light
in the darkness of a yearbook.
This life is no metaphor-
cold like November rain,
warm from the point of view of a coffee cup.
Treasure like a saved memory,
Familiar like a well read book-
each line bridging the gaps within.
♥
A Journey Called Life ... 
6 responses to “Inside November”
Love this splendid imagery and emotion!
Hi Archita! How you are doing? Missing your posts. This is a lovely poem.Love and best wishes to you and yours
Doing alright here. Days are so busy that I take moments to calm down and then hold a pen. I always make my mind still like water before jotting down my thoughts. I miss you and your posts. So whenever I am around, I go to your place and see what you are up to. Love and regards to you and uncle. ❤
Blessings from me and uncle. I can understand how busy you might be. We have passed that stage, dear children grow up very quickly.
Loved reading on a warm autumn afternoon. Days are short but so amazing to read your poem after months.
Days are short and that’s one big inspiration for my writing.