november haiku



wind and winter rain
the bus shelter
chatters



If my blogroll is any indication, everyone has an I-hate-November poem. Xaire and Artichoke Heart both have one up.

I know it's December, but I've just been out running errands in the sleety rain, and it feels like November, and I hate it, so here's my annual offering.

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