Why? Lots of reasons.
I was born in November, so of course it’s the month that starts off each year for me.
November is a great time to drink hot tea or chocolate. Eat stews full of root vegetables. Enjoy pumpkin pie, cakes, cookies.
November is a warm wool winter coat, thick socks, and getting out the warm blanket for the bed.
November is dramatic. Yellow leaves swirling. Gusty winds. Bleak gray skies threatening rain contrasting with the gold of dried out grasses in the fields. Bare trees, the shapes of their branches on display again.
There is the sense of winter coming. The year taking its course. A certain melancholy, a feeling of things coming to an end. A time to reflect and to take stock. It can be a harsh month and requires some resilience.
November is not an easy month, but I like it.
Haiku Group November
The dry leaves, the wind,
the hoarse dark voice of the crow:
The woman shivers
I hunch my shoulders
against the crow’s harsh remarks
and the chill they bring
The crow’s voice rasping
his dark tale across the wind
shaving out shivers
If you want another view of November, take a look at this artist book I made a while back.