The air in November, so crisp and clear,
Carries the whispers of a world held dear.
Golden leaves fall with a gentle grace,
Dancing to the wind’s soft embrace.
The sky, a canvas of amber and gray,
Hints at the quiet end of the day.
The sun, like a lover, bids slow farewell,
In hues of warmth where shadows dwell.
The breeze wraps around, tender and light,
Bringing a promise of frost-kissed night.
Nature hums with a quiet refrain,
As silence blooms where summer’s been.
In this tender, romantic November air,
The world feels still, but love lingers there.
Beneath the trees, by the fading stream,
The month weaves moments like a sweet dream.
~ Ju Won
