Eleventh-Month Amnesia

Seems like everyone fondly remembers
Stockings hung by the fires of Decembers,
And is warmed by the flame of (forsooth)
That belov’d Valentine of one’s youth,
And continues to bask in the glow
Of campfires that blazed long ago…
But no one remembers the embers
Of even the best of Novembers.

                        —aNov. A. Mnesia