"November comes And November goes With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring." ~Clyde Watson One day the sun was shining, the leaves were falling in little circling eddies, and you hardly needed a coat to go outside. I went to sleep in a fall dream and woke up to a heavily filtered light, grey and soft, through my…