Can’t lie. November I am so glad to see you gone. Sure, we had some moments; but all in all, November you were much too harsh.
Every time someone suggests that I just need to get over it and accept that that man and the ilk he has surrounded himself with will be leading our country I will gladly pull up their timeline over the last EIGHT YEARS on social media. Twenty-three days later and it just feels all the more frightening to imagine that this is really real.
Twenty-three really is lovely!
So is five.
Still November, you were mostly awful. I will say goodbye choosing to focus on the brief moments of good rather than all the gray haired times that you have wrought.
Wind warns November’s done with.
The blown leaves make bat-shapes,
Web-winged and furious.
~ Sylvia Plath