three november poems.

I love winter. As much as I adore fall, my heart resonates with winter most of all. It is a time for thought, quiet contemplation, the slow uncurling of business to appreciate the here, the now, the present. Everything seems cozier, warmer, closer together, and there is a beautiful quiet that is so wonderful. November rolls around and I feel the need to write, to photograph, to sing, to cook, to make crafts and gifts, even more than before. It as if with the change of seasons, I remember how much I love and need to create.

Here's a photo and a few November/winter inspired poems for your day. What's your favourite season? And why?

much love .
h