Hi, y’all! I’m feeling slightly under the weather today so my post will be brief.
Speaking of the weather, here’s a little November poem for you. Have a great week, everyone!
november pulls its mellowing jewels close,
catching the low sun golden in naked branches,
light slipping early from the scene,
quickly kissing cooling bark
as thin nights hone themselves slowly
into winter’s icy blades.
-Mel Eatherington, 11.21