Sweet November

Sweet November 
laying dormant like the night 
shrouded by darkness 
as she prepares for winter’s chill 
Awakened by August’s kiss 
who’s warmth seeps slowly through her 
igniting the fires of summer 
hitherto unknown to the dark of winter’s nights. 

Sweet, sweet November 
dark hair against the pillow 
awash in summer’s glow 
briefly defying winter’s cold 
Consumed by August’s passion 
who’s hunger fills her with a magic 
like the Northern Lights above 
as summer meets with winter on this night