A moody bit of poetry for today, very Sunday in November.
More musing on the good bits about fall, now that we’re in the worst of it, ha ha.
The small miracles you cherish, this time of year…
The content of this is rather obvious. Fun with acrostic poetry!
Can’t help feeling a little gloomy this time of year.
Some personal musings on this unique holiday.
More moody fall poetry.