November

Maple leaves (Click picture for larger view)

November
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapory air,
Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran,
Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue Gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skim the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.

~ William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)

The leaves are finally starting to turn here at "The Beach". This is our little puny maple tree now dressed in bright reds and oranges, the leaves leaving in groups of two and three to run and play with the wind.

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