November whispers through the trees,
A symphony of golden leaves,
Dancing in the cooling breeze,
As autumnâs heart gently weaves.
The skies, a canvas painted gray,
Hold secrets of the coming chill,
Yet warmth in hearts will find its way,
Through moments soft and still.
Fires crackle in the quiet night,
Stories shared in flickering light,
Novemberâs embrace, tender and bright,
Guides us through the fading sight.
In the hush of eveningâs glow,
Dreams of winter start to flow,
Novemberâs song, so soft and low,
A gentle promise in the snow.