novembers

This was written this morning, a reflection of the past couple, very eventful days.

novembers (october 2010)

The cold air hits my lungs

and I remember it's autumn

It is a song that I've sung

But long since forgotten

It's the sound of the leaves

On the streets that we walk

That air that we breathe

And exhale when we talk

Or the games that we'd play

as we'd jump on the lawn

All the things that we'd say

That would make up our song

I remember old Novembers

From the smell of the sky

And can't help but surrender

To older things still mine