There's a beauty in November,
with a mildness not known before,
and a stillness at twilight which 
happens more and more.

For the world is getting warmer
and the winter comes on late.
Deeply coloured leaves cling to the trees
because autumn won't abate.

She stays around and fools the plants
who rise early but at the cost
of a swift overnight slaughter
from an unexpected frost.

Then this murder ceases
and a warm calm descends,
and living plants try once again
as the climate makes amends.

So, do I like this changing world
when the natural order bids adieu?
Having shorter winters with soft winds?
Yes, I surely do.