In November

"In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. In November the trees are standing all sticks and bones without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still." from In November by Cynthia Rylant I love the way the that everything is quieter in November, the way all the living things begin to settle down and be still. I love the way the evening sun gives everything a tranquil glow and makes the leaves blaze a bright orange color before they fade and drift away. The leaves are mostly gone already. In all our previous years...