In November’s gentle embrace,
The world dons hues of gold and flame,
Leaves drift softly, a whispered grace,
Nature’s quiet, eternal game.
The chill in the air, a tender bite,
Cocoons us in woolen warmth,
Under the fading, paling light,
We find solace in the hearth’s glow.
As twilight deepens, stars ignite,
Their gleam a compass for our dreams,
November nights, a tranquil sight,
Where wishes dance on moonlit streams.
In the stillness, hearts find peace,
Amidst the rustle of fallen leaves,
November’s symphony, a sweet release,
In its embrace, the soul believes.