Leaves are falling, Winter is calling, My Dear weedy windy Winter-Bird, It's November now

Keep your enigmatic eyes keenly, strengthened the Wings ! 

November is the

pearl-grey month.

the changeling 

between warm

crimson October

and cold white

December, the month

when the leaves

fall in slow

drifting whirls,

and the shape 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

in to winter.
November is secret
and silent

  - Alison Uttely -