November dances in~
She has a Gypsy secret within her Gypsy grin.
Her eyes are amber mist, her hair is raven black.
She is a an icy mother, gourds and apples on her back~
She creeps among the naked trees gathering up the green.
She is autumn’s mother, this regal winter queen.
She’s welcomed by the black birds and taken by the wind~
She’s lovely in the moon’s glow, and reeks of Summer’s End.