"Sweet November is upon us. I think November is shy and hesitant to those who disregard her, or say "NO! I despise this time of year!" So she blows her coldest breezes and her chilliest, clammiest, dullest leaves . . . But to those of us who love and understand her she is a bracing, strong, perfumed month of wild ecstasy of trees and grasses and leaves. One last enchanting festival before all is still and frozen, shrouded in snow. I'm glad that we understand November."
Laura A. Brown
Yes. I got your letter today.
And I haven't put it down.
I've been carrying it all about with me all day.
Holding this new part of you.