Forget, Forget November

 

November has nothing to recommend

dreary from start to weary end

always my enemy, never my friend.

 

These thirty days and nights I spend

in mourning for the season’s end.

November has nothing to recommend

 

unless one’s happiness depends

on fiery stars and fake stuffed men.

It’s always my enemy, never my friend

 

because November always tends

to bring such woes as never mend.

November has nothing to recommend.

 

It robbed me of my brother, then

destroyed my health. I won’t defend

what’s always my enemy, never my friend.

 

My heart sinks when October ends

December is the year’s ‘Amen’ but

November has nothing to recommend

always my enemy, never my friend.

First published in Reach Poetry