A November In Transition

November transitions slip by as if in a panicked hurry feigned, a rush into the season's sky when cold chilled winds reign. November skies are dappled blues interlaced with shaded grays again as if a storm awaits patient on the sidelines to whisk into icy drifts and snow lanes. The leaves still cling to the branched ties as piles rise against the autumn trance and the crunch and brittle demise fills life with stressed-out circumstance. Bird and squirrel hang about and linger knowing food will be provided while others burrow deep or fly south to tinker accepting living is all but one-sided. Midday sun glows lightly on the window glass barely warm at all and teenage youthful days quickly pass when school days encumber fall. The evening shadows race as sunsets gleam in orange and peach sliding through the interface and holidays are just a second out of reach. November rests thirty days upon the calendar of earth with birthday celebrations, anniversaries and more winter paces waiting back and forth ready and anxious to reveal what lies in store. Ice flows upon the waters freezing the surface of the pond and in the cast of evenings shadows life races hurriedly on.