Analysis of November Snapshots

Summer worn leaves
dipped in burnt hues
stumble along cobblestone
by one's or by two's
/pumpkin pie grins
share aromatic sighs
warm breath on windows
for writing "hello"'s and
"goodbye"'s
/timeless moments
seen, through looking-glass
my eyes coloured gold
remembering
november
the memories neatly fold
/till vampire's bite
of the first winter's cold;