A big “thank you” for your kind words, e-mails, comments and ideas on my Facebook page about the November blues. I can’t quite believe we’re almost into the middle of November already (!), but yup, we are. I’ve been trying to embrace November instead of rejecting it. So far, pretty good idea. My father-in-law shared this Robert Frost poem with me and I wanted to pass it along to you. What do you think? Tell me, have you come to love the bare November days?
My November Guest – Robert Frost
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.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise
