Thursday, November 3, 2011

November Subtlety

I missed her
The month of October,
Due to things beyond my

And the older I get
The more of those things
There are
I seem to realize

But November
Will never slip by me

Her subtlety
The depths of me

And I am thrilled that
She knows my

Looking through my file of quotes I was happy to see that Mr. Frost agrees with me:

My sorrow when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

- Robert Lee Frost, My November Guest

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