How it felt all of November, looking forward to winter. 😛
November truly is the cruelest month, I don’t care what anyone else says.
It’s a short one, but what is more suitable to the first of this month?
Another seasonal poem.
In the same vein as yesterday.
T’is the season.
A fall poem.
The name of the month.
Summer still, but it will come to an end.
A free form bit of rambling.