Ode to November Challenge
November woods are bare and still.
November days are clear and bright.
Each noon burns up the morning’s chill,
the morning’s now is gone by night.
November woods are bare and still.
November days are bright and good.
Life’s noon burns up life’s morning chill.
Life’s night rests feet which long have stood.
Helen Fiske Hunt Jackson
Harvest Sunset by Designs by Brigit
Pixabay photo altered
