" Than these November skies
is no sky lovelier.
...Not rose, nor amber, nor the scarce late green,
is truly seen -
In all the myriad grey,
in silver height and dusky deep, remain
faint purple flushes of the unvanquished sky."
the sky flames more intense
lightness of golden air
whispers of winter linger softly on the horizon
a time for dreaming
tending to the heart of the soul