NOvember musings and/or complaints

Autumn doesn't end with Halloween, though it might feel like it here in the the north woods.  It's still autumn for several weeks yet.  at least it is still autumn on the calender.

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

 

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.