November Poem by Saroj Padhi

November has come with promise
of a new dawn,
a basketful of dreams
and new stars lurking in the horizon,
with receding fear of cyclone
a silence of the fearsome war drone,
with a new hope in hearts forlorn,
inviting Winter to slip in gently
exciting love's sweet hormone,

you call me in mornings of dew-laden
flowers, of darkness fully shorn,
in evenings of sweet trysts
whereto memories by wind are
slowly borne,
as our hands flung around the neck of love
each other's heart do adorn,
night inhales the moist air
eager to smell the embers of old burn
smacking too
of new love being silently born!