The small miracles you cherish, this time of year…
That somber reminder that it is still early days for spring where I live.
A short thing I wrote at the end of a long and much too gloomy November.
Posted when this month is reaching its end.
The first day of November, the gloomiest month I feel, only brightened by NaNoWriMo. Here’s hoping I can complete it this year!
And then one of the downsides of fall, the drearier monochrome days.
Nearing the end of November, the worst part of the year, if you ask me. Have this poem to highlight this.