It’s November, and I’m cold, and Ohio feels extra lonely tonight.

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.

10 thoughts on “It’s November, and I’m cold, and Ohio feels extra lonely tonight.

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