"The wild November come at last
Beneath a veil of rain;
The night winds blows its folds aside,
Her face is full of pain.
The latest of her race, she takes
The Autumn's vacant throne:
She has but one short moon to live,
And she must live alone."
- Richard Henry Stoddard,
I enjoy November..within its starkness a transistion between fall and winter begin.
there is a silence that resenates within the starkness of chilly nights.. and shorter days..
nature begins to prepare to snuggle down in antisapation for a long winters sleep..
one can't help but to be thankful for that which has been given... and will be given again..
so with thankful hearts.. we bring in November.
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