In the quiet embrace of autumn’s end,
November whispers secrets through the trees,
Leaves fall like memories in the wind,
A dance of time, a gentle, fleeting ease.

Morning mist weaves through the waking dawn,
As sunlight kisses frost upon the ground,
Each day a canvas painted with soft hues,
A tapestry where silence is profound.

The chill of dusk wraps earth in calming grace,
Stars awaken in the velvet sky,
November’s breath a tender lullaby,
As nature sighs and bids the world goodbye.

In this serene and introspective month,
Hearts find solace in the quiet air,
A time to gather warmth from memories,
And whisper hopes to the November air.