03 Nov 2018 11 Comments
in Poems, Uncategorized Tags: Autumn, Etheree, November, seasons, Time, Winter
Cold
And dark
November
Has now arrived
Nights rent assunder
Loud, bright pyrotechnics
Days short of light, nights coal black
North winds, morning frosts, leaves flying
We watch the old year slowly dieing
Time’s fast passage whips us on to winter.
If we were having coffee , every Sunday
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Nov 03, 2018 @ 13:12:38
💜💜💜
Nov 03, 2018 @ 13:22:49
💜😉
Nov 04, 2018 @ 05:32:53
My grandmother always hated November… colour gone from the trees, no snow to lighten up the ground and visits dwindled…
You’ve described it perfectly… 🙂
Nov 04, 2018 @ 06:18:51
Thank you, Dale November us a bleak month your grandmother was right. As the harvenger of winters it does it’s job well. Next we have December and Christmas . I hope things are good with you 💜💜
Nov 04, 2018 @ 12:34:34
🧡🧡 Things are great, thanks!
Nov 04, 2018 @ 13:47:08
Glad to hear that 💜
Nov 06, 2018 @ 01:31:41
Love this one too! ❤️❤️
Nov 06, 2018 @ 10:08:42
Thank you 💜🌹🤗
Nov 06, 2018 @ 11:48:59
That’s lovely Willow
Nov 06, 2018 @ 11:51:43
Thanks ..not a million miles away from what were talking about on your post ❤
Nov 06, 2018 @ 11:53:16
yes not at all.