Each year, autumn reigns supreme as a season of gratitude. Neighborhoods brighten with kaleidoscope colors that burnish and lacquer landscapes. (See my recent leaf-peeping through New England blog.) As October turns into November, shifting temperatures and early darkness ushers in nature's transition. I remain thankful, even with a forecast of snow and a nasty stomach bug.
November enters in glorious style, nestling into nature's bed.
It tucks itself among lustrous colors of burnt orange, mahogany, and granny smith apple
soon to fade with each shifting wind.
Feral cat senses change, cozily finds a napping area,
and cuddles on my patio bench.
Winter's frozen touch nears.