My November Guest

The leaves are down. The mornings are dark. Robert Frost says that's OK.

This time of year brings its own kind of dread. After the pumpkin glow of Halloween, the dark of November comes on, even before I’ve eaten the leftover candy. Clearly, it’s time for a reboot.

Fortunately, Robert Frost felt the same way in 1913, when he wrote the poem whose name I stole for this post. I present it here, with drawings, in case they might …