November,a little bit more smile

November is there again,
its left foot stuck out,
inside the threshold of time.
November, strangely,
does not fall in any season.
Its neither chilly nor hot.
Its sweet, contemplative.
introspecting, light, slightly windy.
The accelerated breezes
just reach a little bit deeper
into the bones,
form a litle bit frost
on the veins.
The hair on the arms,
a little bit more sensitive to November.
Right now,
its a little bit early in November.
A little bit on the wee side of November,
and then,
afternoons will start flowing into evenings.
November,
a little bit more mysterious,
a little bit less light.

P.S. : November owes a little bit sunshine to Thomas Hood and L.M. Montgomery .