"November is the pearl-gray month,
the changeling between warm crimson October
and cold white December,
the month when the leaves
fall in slow drifting whirls
and the shapes of the trees are revealed,
when the earth imperceptibly wakes,
and stretches her bare limbs
and displays her stubborn unconquerable strength
before she settles uneasily into winter.
November is secret and silent."
nature falls softly into a quiet lullaby.
the air grows chill.
A time for turning inward,
of retrospection and rest.
A gentle hush.