“November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.”

“In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.”

“Peering from some high window, at the gold of November sunset and feeling that if day has to become night, this is a beautiful way.”

“The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.”

November. The noons are more laconic and the sunsets sterner  

November always seems to be the Norway of the year.

“Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.”

“We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither;

 but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops 

— which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.”

“November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.”

“This is the month of nuts and nutty thoughts — that November whose name sounds so bleak and cheerless — perhaps its harvest of thought is worth more than all the other crops of the year.”

 Fallen leaves 

lying on the grass in the November sun 

bring more happiness 

than the daffodils

 November always seems to be 

the Norway of the year

November

 

November is the eleventh and penultimate month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian Calendars, 

the last of four months to have a length of 30 days 

and the fifth and last of five months to have a length of fewer than 31 days.

 November was the ninth month of the calendar of Romulus c. 750 BC.

 November retained its name (from the Latin novem meaning "nine") when January and February were added to the Roman calendar.

The Western zodiac signs for November are Scorpio (October 23 – November 21) and Sagittarius (November 22 – December 21)

November's birthstone is the topaz (particularly, yellow) which symbolizes friendship and the citrine.

 Its birth flower is the chrysanthemum

In the Imperial period, the deity who often represents November in Roman art is Isis. The festival of Isis, which began October 28, continued through November 3. The Isia is first recorded on the menologia rustica, which date to the reign of either Caligula (36–39 AD) or Claudius (41–54).

Blodmonath was the Anglo-Saxon month of November. It means 'blood month' or 'month of sacrifice'. During the festival of Blodmonath, people made offerings to the gods by sacrificing their animals.

 

This is the month of nuts and nutty thoughts 

that November whose name sounds so bleak and cheerless 

perhaps its harvest of thought 

is worth more than all the other crops of the year

November Rain - Song by Guns N' Roses

 

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same?

Nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain, ooh yeah
Love is always coming, love is always going
No one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away

If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain

Do you need some time on your own?
Do you need some time all alone?
Ooh, everybody needs some time on their own
Ooh, don't you know you need some time all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you?
Oh, oh, oh

Sometimes I need some time on my own
Sometimes I need some time all alone
Ooh, everybody needs some time on their own
Ooh, don't you know you need some time all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, oh yeah
I know that you can love me when there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody?
Don't ya think that you need someone?
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

 

The thinnest yellow light of November 

is more warming and exhilarating 

than any wine they tell of 

The mite which November contributes 

becomes equal in value 

to the bounty of July

 

Peering from some high window, 

at the gold of November sunset 

and feeling that if day has to become night, 

this is a beautiful way

November

 

November

  

November

The Centaur, Sagittarius, am I, 
Born of Ixion's and the cloud's embrace; 
With sounding hoofs across the earth I fly, 
A steed Thessalian with a human face.
 
Sharp winds the arrows are with which I chase 
The leaves, half dead already with affright; 
I shroud myself in gloom; and to the race 
Of mortals bring nor comfort nor delight.
 

say November say

 

“November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.”

“In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.”

“Peering from some high window, at the gold of November sunset and feeling that if day has to become night, this is a beautiful way.”

“The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.”

November. The noons are more laconic and the sunsets sterner  

November always seems to be the Norway of the year.

“Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.”

“We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither;

 but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops 

— which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.”

“November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.”

“This is the month of nuts and nutty thoughts — that November whose name sounds so bleak and cheerless — perhaps its harvest of thought is worth more than all the other crops of the year.”

 

November 

The noons are more laconic 

and the sunsets sterner  

 November is chill, frosted mornings 

with a silver sun rising behind the trees,

 red cardinals at the feeders, 

and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls

 

In November you begin to know how long the winter will be

November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: 

the rice harvest is already in, 

the weather starts to cool, 

and the festive glow which precedes Christmas 

has began to brighten the landscape

 

 

We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither;

 but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops 

— which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair

 

October is its sunset sky; 

November the later twilight