November's Snow

In the chill of November's embrace,
When autumn's colours start to fade,
Whispered secrets fill the air,
As snowflakes dance with utmost grace.

Softly they descend from the heavens high,
Each flake unique, a work of art,
Intricate patterns, delicate and fine,
Like nature's handcrafted design.

November snowflakes, pure and white,
Blanketing the earth in a tranquil sight,
They paint the landscape with a hushed allure,
A gentle reminder of nature's grandeur.

Each flake that falls, a tiny gem,
Melting on fingertips, a fleeting emblem,
Of the beauty found in transient things,
As winter's icy breath begins to sing.

They land upon the barren trees,
Nestling in branches, like whispered pleas,
Transforming the world with a touch of frost,
A moment captured, but never lost.

Children's laughter fills the air,
As they build snowmen with tender care,
November snowflakes, their laughter's mate,
Transforming backyards into dreamscape.

Footprints in the snow, a tale untold,
A path meandering through the cold,
The snowflakes guide, like celestial light,
Leading wanderers through winter's night.

As the sun sets, and darkness creeps,
November snowflakes in silence weep,
They shimmer under the moon's soft glow,
A nocturnal beauty the night bestows.

In the quietude of November's eve,
The snowflakes' touch, a gentle reprieve,
They blanket the world, a soothing balm,
A moment frozen in tranquil calm.

So let us cherish November's grace,
As snowflakes twirl with gentle pace,
For in their fleeting beauty, we find,
A reminder that life is truly kind.