MINSTREL WEATHER CHAPTER 

 XI. NOVEMBER TRAITS "$ <$ 



|Y the time November comes 

 the year is used to the 

 caprices of the sun and no 

 longer frantically brings out 

 flowers for his gaze or hides 

 them in hurt surprise from his indifference. 

 Now the year is resigned, untroubled of 

 hope, far off from impatient April with 

 her craving and effort. Experienced 

 month, November waits ready to face the 

 snows. She wraps up the buds too 

 warmly for sleet to pierce their overcoats, 

 comforts the roots in the woods with mats 

 of wrecked leaves, spreads a little jewelry 

 of frost as a warning before the black 

 frosts come, and for all else lives in the 

 moment. November has been through 

 this before. But sometimes, in a reverie, 



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