The dark cold hinterland between the Northern Hemisphere’s late autumn/fall and winter is here. A perfect time for fireside retrospection and wordplay.
On the second day of #mYm2019 here is the first poem to wordplay the embers of months with those of fires, as far as I know.
mistYmuse Reflection, Fireside Connection
dying embers of year?
preceded by Sept-ember.
like night’s end, sitting around fire
spent remembering past
of life and ancestors?