I saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
Thomas Hood
In November,
I am
November.
I am dark and still,
I am cloudy and cold,
I am stormy.
One day I shine;
laugh out loud,
and scatter the leaves.
The next day I freeze -
whipping up an icy wind
blowing snow over everything.
Then, once again
I stop -
Melting into
December.
One white leaf in a sea of brown
Hey. Who’s over there?
A tufted titmouse with a little bite
November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.
Anne Bosworth Greene
A little taste of winter blew in Monday night.
Snow gathered in the fallen leaves.
A dark-eyed Junco got a face full of snow while searching under the feeder for fallen seeds.
A Carolina Wren showed up on the suet feeder. Seems a bit late to be in Michigan.
A young deer with its beautiful winter coat stayed around the edge of my yard all afternoon.
Listening…
By sunset Wednesday evening, most of the snow was already gone. In this photo, the deer are standing in the light of the setting sun looking oddly orange, except for the parts in the shade.
November’s a burn and an ache.
Charles Wright
November is a strange month. It’s moody. It can be warm and calm. It can be cold, dark and windy. It can be wintry. It can be all of these things in the same day. It takes me along with it if I’m not careful. I try to be careful. I don’t always succeed.
Luckily - by the time you read this - it will be December. Hope your November was full of good weather both internally and externally.
Thank you so much for being here. I will see you next week!
A late November sunset clear, bright and cold.