Come Along With Me

Come along with me.
In the November days.
In thanksgiving haze.

Along the shaved trees.
And the leaves, red,
orange, yellow, but not green.

Dancing to the ground.
Later to be played with by
children all around.

To the house upon
the hill, scented with good food.
Laughter ringing out.

Even towards the
lonely. Towards the working.
Towards the people

who don’t have the scent
of comfort and love with them.
Come along with me.

In the November haze.
In the upcoming autumn days.
Come along with me.

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