Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Goodbye November

The Day grew small, surrounded tight
By early, stooping Night --
The Afternoon in Evening deep
Its Yellow shortness dropt --
The Winds went out their martial ways
The Leaves obtained excuse --
November hung his Granite Hat
Upon a nail of Plush --
The Day grew small surrounded tight
Emily Dickinson

The smallest day is coming in December.  Like so many I am here wondering how it is already the last month of 2014.