As autumn leaves begin to fall,
November’s winds silently call.
Whispering tales of times gone by,
Beneath a cold and clouded sky.

The days grow short, the nights extend,
As nature’s colors start to blend.
A tapestry of gold and brown,
As twilight gently settles down.

In shadows deep, the world retreats,
To quiet lanes and empty streets.
A hush descends, a peaceful grace,
November’s calm, a warm embrace.

Through silent nights, a soft repose,
As autumn slowly comes to close.
November’s charm, a fleeting dance,
A moment’s pause in nature’s trance.