All freezes again...
among the pines, winds
whispering a prayer.
...Riei, Eighteenth-Century Japanese Poet
November silently sneaks up on us, catching our senses by surprise.
Suddenly, as the English poet Thomas Hood sullenly observed two centuries ago, there's "no shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, no fruits, no landscape stripped of pretense. Behind closed doors, glowing amber fires shed light upon the Real. Like a woman who has found her authenticity, November's beauty radiates from within.
from "Simple Abundance"
- A Daybook of Comfort and Joy - Sarah Ban Breathnach