November light
The days are shorter
The sun set low
And you have time
To wake up
Along with the day
It might be grey
The light may be soft
Expectation filling the room
You are not alone
When you get up
You might notice you are keeping
Your mind agile
To meet the demands of the day
It is thriving
In a period of grace
And preparation
You read poetry and fairytales
Like a hug from
Someone
Similarly inclined
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot (Two versions), OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
In conversation with Franz Wright’s «Beginning of November».
