NOVEMBER LEAVES

In November's gentle, quiet embrace,
Autumn's colors paint the world with grace,
Leaves of crimson, gold, and amber fall,
As nature's beauty casts its magic thrall.
The days grow shorter, and the air turns cool,
A crispness in the breeze, a tranquil pool,
November whispers tales of seasons past,
And ushers in a sense of peace that's vast.
The harvest's bounty on the table spread,
A feast for which we're endlessly grateful, we're fed,
Families gather, their hearts warmed by the fire,
In November's embrace, love and warmth inspire.
A time to pause, to reflect, to remember,
In this month, hearts tend to be more tender,
As nature prepares for its quiet, wintry rest,
November's charm, we hold close to our chest.