November is derived for the Latin for nine, even though it seems like it is better written NOvember. There is a poem that speaks to this NOvember, and for general refference here it is.
November
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
November!
Thomas Hood
No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
November!
Thomas Hood
The colored leaves have faded and fallen, and are now recycling themselves into next years foliage, and as the month progresses, there will be even less color, but then the shapes of tree trunks and the skeletal remains of weeds begin to show their primordial beauty, the afterglow of sunset makes the bare branches take on a soft silvery sheen. It is a cold beauty, the lower angle of the sun casts deep sharp edged shadows, before it slips through the bare trees and below the horizon. Each day it disappears a little earlier, though waking to the sun, is a reward.
NOvembers sky is beautiful, an ever changing canvas, Does the lack of color elsewhere make the smudges of rainbows created at the edges of ice clouds more vivid, is that why I rarely notice them at other times of the year ? I feel that I have been distracted from the awesomeness of the bones of a landscape by the feathers of its green finery . The bare tree branches silhouetted by the dramatic cloudscapes are breathtaking.
