November By Alison Uttley
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.
♏☁🌃
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