Holding on in November

Dull dreary drab November, how I hate thee.  A month which robs the world of colour, sucking the gold from the late autumn leaves,  covering the world in mist and clouds. A month of earthy browns and grays.

There are those who drown in the joylessness of the winter months, whose lives are sapped of energy by the dark days and long cold nights.

Others feel their hearts  pierced by the absence of sunshine.

But even as November sucks the colour from our lives, turns beautiful pink blooms to a mushy brown, we must remember that nature is already preparing for spring.

The seeds are getting ready to fly

and the buds beginning to appear.

There are  hidden flowers and berries for the birds.

                                                              Nature waits and so must we.