To me

November turkey day birthdays color of blue gray,earth tones and wooden homes and the visitors all gone away.Surreal natural feel,lost in the woods steel to cold to hold cat o nine tails lose their shape and slowly wither away.First ice on the pond Indian summer definitely gone,the woods grow quiet except the crackle sounds of the first camp fire.One cold beer,too cold for two.Time is slowing down.Daylight drifting away.Shadows mostly in my mind.Stray from the pack,enjoy the lonely moment then sneak on back.Thats how I remember my November.