As November is nearly upon us I remembered a short poem I wrote for my first collection – Denagerie of Poems. The thoughts I had in my head when I wrote it have come flooding back to me today:

The journey of the writer at the dullest time of year,
An empty page, an empty head and sad November’s here.
If only gay December were to enter dancing sprightly
The happiness and jollity would come with muses, brightly.

But no! The dull and wet and dank bring on the dread and gloom;
What a prize a thought would be, just anyone would do.
I will give up this worsening state; I shall dispel this fog,
I’ll don my coat and hat and boots and go and walk the dog.

Very best wishes for a happy November kicking at leaves and dodging the rain – Denny Bradbury