Written on a dreary day in mid December.
The state of November.
Something to brighten a late November day.
One of the dreadful things about November is this.
November truly is the cruelest month, I don’t care what anyone else says.
Almost at the end of November now! 😀
This was written on the correct day at least. 😛
A short commentary on the light this time of year.
Something I wrote when we had some freakishly early winter about a month ago.
A moody bit of poetry for today, very Sunday in November.