November brings a quiet time of year.
A time to Fall; leaves, light, and endings near.
Windows close against the chill, and sounds
Become muffled. Within the bounds
Of shadowed rooms we become
Light deprived.
We rise a little higher each day the sun appears.
We sigh a little more as autumnal gloom nears.
The world lays down and settles for its rest.
For our souls and minds it is a test.
We too turn inward.
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