I missed her
The month of October,
Due to things beyond my
Control
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
Stirs
The depths of me
And I am thrilled that
She knows my
Name
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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