Enjoy!
Mother Nature steps away with a quiet grace,
A silver sheen settling on her face,
Her trees stand bare, their leaves gone free,
A once whispering tale of vermillion memory.
Now the skies are draped in somber gray,
Golden light seeps faster into the horizon each day,
The morning mist clings to the ground,
A new coat, woven by frost, a new crisp quietness to be found.
Bare branches bend, with nothing to left bear,
Their brittle fingers stark and spare,
While fields lie still, in long-awaited sleep,
As Earth, the conductor, lowers her baton and quiet falls.
The fires crackle, vermillion embers glow,
In homes where warmth begins to fight winter's great show,
The scent of potent spice and warm cider sweet,
Fills the hearts and hearths with cozy heat.
Footsteps crunch on silent streets of frost,
Echoes ring softly, soon, for autumn to be lost,
Yet here in quiet's soft embrace,
There lives a calm, sacred space.
For November speaks in softer tones,
Of the harvests past and smoothed stepping stones,
A river of time, paused, reflected, and slowed to a halt,
As autumn fades away in a gentle flow.
So let November's twilight veil,
Remind us all that as the days grow pale,
That beauty breathes in muted hues,
In frosted fields and morning dews.
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