In the gentle whispers of November’s embrace,
Leaves dance softly, in a golden trace.
Crisp air carries tales of days gone by,
Underneath the vast and dreamy sky.

The world slows down in autumn’s gentle sigh,
Days grow shorter, as the nights draw nigh.
Fires crackle, warming hearts anew,
In the cozy corners, dreams pursue.

Misty mornings greet the waking dawn,
With a quiet beauty that time has drawn.
In the stillness, secrets softly spoken,
Among the trees, where silence is unbroken.

November’s song, a melody of peace,
A gentle pause, where worries cease.
In its arms, we find a tender grace,
The simple joys in life’s embrace.