NO NOVEMBER
This month has such bad reports -
Full of doom and sadness -
Noone gives it praise or love – but
Treat it like a madness.
Moans about the rain and fog -
Frosty panes with rime!
Dark, wet mornings – cold and chill -
Not a shaft of shine -
Drip, drip, drip – pitter patter
Swirling leaves cling and fall -
Pretending doom and gloom don’t matter.
No one cares a fig at all.
But we beg – just a day of respite -
Where gentle breeze drifts in and out -
And foggy mornings fade from sight.
Chicks and sweet lambs gambol about -
This nasty month of mine
Will soon come to an end -
And then the winter really starts:
You’ve not had the worst – my friend!
V M Cubitt
Martin Cubitt
14/11/2024
