november - Helen Hunt Jackson (1886)

This is the treacherous month when autumn days
With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts.
Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts
Her head and blooms again. The soft, warm haze
Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways,
And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts,
The violet returns. Snow noiseless sifts
Ere night, an icy shroud, which morning's rays
Will idly shine upon and slowly melt,
Too late to bid the violet live again.
The treachery, at last, too late, is plain;
Bare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt.
What joy sufficient hath November felt?
What profit from the violet's day of pain?

maaaannnn.... this is the latest i have ever uploaded the monthly-chapter-seperation thingy.... like.... this is literally the 30. november here ^-^""

anyways.... HOWDY HO KIDDOS!!!

argh..... we're nearly at the end. it's pretty depressing to think of actually.... i've grown very fond of this artbook and the year literally raced past me. i still cannot believe that i've been writing in this thing for nearly a year now.... i just got properly used to it, man!

either way, i hope you guys enjoy the pieces for this month!
i didn't draw as many as in october, since i needed a break after pretty boytober, but i did some works i'm really proud of >w<

>>wraps in warm winter jacket and gives you hot chocolate, to prepare you for the colder seasons<<