Lonely is November

Grey are the skies

Not the warmth of summer

Nor the power of winter ahead

A bit of a lost month

Was the ninth in the Roman calendar

The one that began in March

The month of sacrifice

You are quite literally the blood-month

The dirtiest of all

A time dedicated to prepare for the long winter

A time to sacrifice the animals

A time to butcher and store for months ahead

Sadness, dreariness, loneliness and cold

But that doesn’t last

Nor shall November

© Dicky J Loweman 2014