November #1


I cannot help but be reminded of Thomas Hood’s poem, November, as I walk through our local wooded areas. November is a liminal time, existing between the colour of September and October, and the elation I feel when the snows arrive [usually] in December. The darkness of the days juxtaposed against the brightness of the snow.


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