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The November Sun

A December sun summons Winter's freeze, but a November sun shares its golden rays. And upon a canvas of leaves, paints the trees, as longer nights encroach upon shorter days. Nature dips Her brush in the November sun and transforms the landscape before Autumn's done. Fall's changing leaves are a magnificent sight, a pageant of color before Winter's white.

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Curtis Moorman

Date: 10/31/2019 7:08:00 AM

Emile, such a vivid description of the sweet month of October. To me, October is transitional in that it ends the Summer months and heralds the Winter months yet to come. This great write from you is the epitome of what I see in the month of October. Thanks for sharing that 'beauty' in words.

Emile Pinet
Date: 10/31/2019 8:18:00 AM

Thanks so much Curtis, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.