November

The trees shed their yearly leaves; colored with red, yellow, and orange
Gray clouds fill the sky,
But the sky was still golden.
Branches of the bare trees reached out to touch the dead leaves that left them.
They experience sadness for winter is heavy upon us.
The first snow is coming soon,
So enjoy the gentle fall nights while you still can.
Brisk breezes turn into miserable winds,
But the autumn nights bring peace,
And the mornings look glorious.
Coldness sweeps across us and it's time to grasp our jackets;
No more shorts until summer.
As the dried up leaves dance within the winds' travels,
Our noses grow redder by the minute.
The weather cries out, "Fall must live on."

~Jules