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 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.
by Alison Uttley (17 December 1884 – 7 May 1976)