A slowing down, an easeful rest,
The cycle’s bounty at its best.
A turning in, a grateful sigh…
I never find myself asking why
as nature enters its sleep
I feel lovely, dark and deep.
A slumber that is just due.
Again; return, recycle, renew.
November, November…
feels just as I remember.
And I am grateful for it all,
the lively rise and sleepy fall.