She does a worn soul good, like campbells chicken soup
On a stormy, chilly day pent up all alone
In this place we call November, Ohio.
She brings back the heat to the center of your body
And you can feel it radiate to the tips of your frosty toes
Until time flies, until eyes close and open again
To a sunny morning and a smiling mirror.
She doesn’t give you rose tinted glasses;
She just paints you the colors you were always meant to wear
And suddenly you see potential and hope
And you find in your own reflection
That those wrinkles around your mouth,
Those crinkles by your eyes, those dimples
You always thought were far too deep,
They are all so very loveable, so very…you.
See? It’s simple, yet how easily do we all forget?
For me she isn’t the sun or the stars,
Nothing so far away, nothing so unreachable.
She is here, a moment, and for that moment
I am warm like fresh dryer sheets,
And she wraps me up and takes me from any place,
Always back to this same spot.
She makes time fly, until eyes close and open again
And November, Ohio is still outside
But her touch is right here,
And so even a stormy, chilly day
Feels warm in her glow, just like home.