Something 'bout November Gray

There’s something ‘bout November gray

Weeping where we laughed yesterday

That calls to mind the rush of Time

And aches to be preserved in rhyme

And something ‘bout November gray

Brings thoughts of loved ones far away

Then, in its cold rain reverie

We pour a second cup of tea

There’s something ‘bout November gray

Where in contrast, vast woodlands splay

Their tiralee beneath our feet

In gold and russet bittersweet

There’s something ‘bout November gray

That steals my very breath away

It spins a soulful poetry

That middle-May could never be

Yes, something ‘bout November gray

Is lovely in a lonesome way

It runs in rivers to our door

And makes us need each other more

© Janet Martin

I had Celtic Thunder cranked up when Victoria came home from school. In response to her quizzical raise of the eye-brow I told her its Celtic Thunder weather;-)