The day’s grown dark.
I cannot see
my neighbors’ houses
‘cross the street from me.
It feels a bit spooky.
Then I stop to remember.
These are just the short,
dark days of November.
The day’s grown dark.
I cannot see
my neighbors’ houses
‘cross the street from me.
It feels a bit spooky.
Then I stop to remember.
These are just the short,
dark days of November.