The N Month

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So it’s November-

Again

And I could have waited.

Autumn breezes are blowing cold;

Summer’s good-bye kiss has faded.

Darkness comes early

These days-

It’s the season of Night.

No use in chasing after daylit hours,

They’ve gone south, in search of Light.

And it’s November again.

I’m not sure just how this makes me feel-

I mean

It was ushered in by Halloween

And, for some, will climax in Thanksgiving.

But for me,

It says winter’s back.

Again.

And I’m not sure that makes me happy.

Snow, hot chocolate and mulled wine

Are all well and good,

But somehow I don’t relish having to cover up

With gloves and scarf and hood.

But it’s November again;

There’s no arguing that.

Yet when I'm reminded of the gift it gave

So many years ago

In the form of a tiny swaddled babe,

I can't help but think the fact

That it’s November again

Might not be as bad as all that.