the first snowflakes caressthe love lace of dying leaves Remy Alberi, The Comprehension Watch

The widower reviewed his past in a sunless light which was intensified by the greyness of the November twilight, whilst the bells subtly impregnated the surrounding atmosphere with the melody of sounds that faded like the ashes of dead years. Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte

Her smile adds an air of enigma to her. Like a melting cup of warm dark chocolate on a November evening. Ipsita Upasana, Inexplicable Distances

November at its best – with a sort of delightful menace in the air. Anne Bosworth Greene