Faith, Folklore, and Friends

November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.                  -   Sir Walter Scott

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.    ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze... Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind, Thy windy will to bear! ~Emily Dickinson, November