A Journey Called Life ...

Inside November

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.

   ♥