November Rest

November Rest Wooly wisps of vaporous white, Wind pushed across grey-blue sky, casting their shadows on the fall stripped trees. Shadows pass..... leaving behind only rusty remnants of lonely leaves, clinging to bent and barren branches. Dwindling life wanes sadly old, as peace makes its home above. Quiet now resonates so sweetly from the earth. Sending us hope for the new to come. "Life doesn't end here", the silence whispers; It fades just awhile as it gives birth to the future.