Sun comes up bright in a spotless sky again. Where is the November that was, that old month of rain and fog? Amaryllis' poke out strong green leaves one week after I cut October's wasted stalks. Did they forget about winter to come, how they used to bide their time or is this their spring now? Do they know something we don't know?
Sun lies low. Is this the evening of something or the mourning of something else?