Throwback to November

Dull

Dull, empty, monotonous

Harsh, frigid, icy weather

My cold hands feel my warm face

November days make me nauseous

I'm Thankful

I’m thankful for beautiful skies

As the sun sets it illumines the world with a sort of light

Never seen before

I’m grateful for times spent inside

Baking blueberry bread, reading my choicest book, enjoying a piping cup of tea

These are the things that make my November bright

I'm Grateful

I’m grateful for new sweaters

For the warmth and happiness they give me

I love their thickness

Their color, their detail, how they flatter me

I’m grateful for November

I had mixed feeling about November last year, I'm seeing, as I'm looking at the quite-opposite-in-attitude poems I wrote about it. How about you? Do you love or hate November? Why?