November can surprise us with beautiful sunsets and warm sunny lunchtimes and here is a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier,(1807-1892) that says it all. Don't you think he's got an appropriate name to be writing about leaves ? I hope you like his poem too.
Talk not of sad November, when a day
Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,
And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June,
Stirs the brown grasses and the leafless spray.
Close to my heart I fold each lovely thing
The sweet day yields, and, not disconsolate,
With the calm patience of the woods I wait
For leaf and blossom when God gives us Spring.