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In November and December

Raw chilly days skies all gray Often get to me In November and December who can remember The dreams that set us free For trees are bare and north winds blare Hope's now out to sea Whence whitecaps roll in midst storm clouds' din Mankind's struggle is to be

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/9/2020 10:54:00 AM

"hopes now out to sea" - this made me smile, for I have a feeling it is also inland.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/9/2020 3:17:00 PM

Ha, ha! You are correcto, senora! (I was out of decent rhymes) -- ~ Inlander

Suzanne Delaney

Date: 12/8/2020 7:12:00 PM

Good thoughts, Gershon: I enjoyed reading this winter one. SuZ

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/9/2020 3:18:00 PM

Thank you so much for the lovely comment, Suzanne. Here's to an easy winter. ~ Gershon

Susan Ashley

Date: 12/8/2020 5:52:00 PM

Dear Gershon, your capture the darkness of the season with finesse. Yet, without hopes and dreams, there'd be no reason to struggle. Love your last line. A thought-provoking gem, my friend. Warmest wishes

Susan Ashley
Date: 12/8/2020 8:55:00 PM

Here, here! :)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/8/2020 8:20:00 PM

Thank you for your warm comments, Susan. Here's to a wonderful winter season for you and yours. Light and Life, Gershon