24 November 2019:
"More welcome than voluptous gales
This keen, crisp air, as conscience clear:
November breathes no flattering tales;—
The plain truth-teller of the year,
Who wins her heart, and he alone,
Knows she has sweetness all her own." --Lucy Larcom, "November"
Very pleased to see Lucy Larcom, my old buddy (so to speak), featured in today's Poem-a-Day email. On my walk today, I found myself thinking similar thoughts about the beauty of this month.
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