The season of bonding,
of pink noses and your favorite boots.
November, you’re my favorite season to fall in love.
With the weather, with the trees, with people.
You bring the scent of pumpkin spice and a Christmas tree that jumped the gun.
Of course, November is the start of everything beautiful;
Will you be kind and bring someone beautiful to me?
Of all the months that stomped my heart out, maybe you’ll be the one to find the faint glowing embers.
She’ll come with a pink nose and her hair wrapped in an untamed bun;
Or maybe she’ll be warm and let her hair run free.
We’ll lock eyes in the changing colors and let a smile touch our souls.
And November will swirl around us and remind us why we always thought she was kind.
November. The season of bonding, of pink nose…