On the progress of daylight as the days go by.
The brightest star in the sky…
How it felt all of November, looking forward to winter. 😛
November truly is the cruelest month, I don’t care what anyone else says.
A description of this month…
Another attempt at a slightly creepy/horror poem.
An attempt at a sort of… “creepypasta” poem?
It’s happened more times than I’d like…
Something seasonally appropriate for this day in my home country.
A highly thematic poem. 😛