November has arrived, nay, it’s nearly done December is upon us, winter, it has come I had a few wishes, resolutions to be done That I memo’d in my mind in Jan of twenty-twenty one
Then came February, and with it came a pall From all the celebrations and energy of the hols The wishes and the must-dos faded just a bit As summer in all its brilliance laughingly swept in.
Then there were vacations and baking in the sun Barbecues and festivals; meeting precious ones, Teatime confidences, low key, calm and tender More spirited evenings full of song and a few benders!
Fall came rustling in then, dressed in oranges and reds The list of resolutions were almost put to bed The dreams too were foggy, like tree tops in the mist A far off memory; a fleeting touch upon the wrist
And now it is November, nay it is almost done December is upon us, year-end, it has come There will be good intentions and bucket lists again For hope it springs eternal, from beginning to the end.