November

The air is so crisp, it sparkles The scents – so invigorating, they invite you into the sweet aroma of the homestead The rain- so refreshing, it cleanses you of old slights The wind sweeps you into its own vortex Leaves are crackling on the soggy earth Cinnamon and pumpkin spice scents are wafting through the air The taste of chocolate is in your mouth There’s pause and suspension in the atmosphere As nature awaits It’s as if an impasse has occurred The world listens to the next step Blindfolded, trees stand at attention while an icy spells blasts the atmosphere into order Expecting its instructions, the world simmers down and covers itself in the first dusting of the snow Serenity is claimed…