In the twilight of autumn’s glow,
November whispers secrets low,
The trees, now bare, in silence stand,
As frost begins to paint the land.

Crisp winds carry tales untold,
Of summers past and winters cold,
The leaves perform their final dance,
In nature’s quiet, timeless trance.

The skies turn shades of muted gray,
As daylight slowly fades away,
The world prepares for winter’s rest,
November’s calm, a gentle guest.

Yet in this stillness lies a spark,
A promise hidden in the dark,
For in November’s fleeting days,
New dreams and hopes ignite their blaze.