November 10

November tenth waves branches in my face,
I would not mind some sunshine in the clouds,
A darkened day, another one ahead
And it is always better in my bed.

Outside a storm, inside a draught,
And coughing in the street, we all look pale.
I hate November and its hail. Its mist. Its snow.
Still twenty days to go. Then it’s December.

πŸ™‚ just having November blues

Comments on: "November 10" (14)

  1. Wonderful Ina.

  2. I spend increasing hours in my bed also, seems suddenly dark beyond understanding, hibernation time, good books, hot milk with black rum, occasionally I scream for the sun, then realize, it’s only November…

  3. I always think of November and the onset of winter as “Character building,” which is an attitude which irritates the hell out of my better half. What I can say is you have captured the essence of the “Winter blues” with your normal brillianceπŸ™‚

    • Thank you. It is character building, cycling or walking though rain and storm probably makes you strong, but I still prefer a month that does nothing for my character, but a lot for my good mood πŸ™‚

  4. Sand in an hourglass, except in this case you use words.

  5. There’s a lot of that going around….

  6. Very nicely done Ina. It flows so naturally.

  7. Four more months until Spring…siiiiiigh…

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