"Some of the days in November
carry the whole memory of summer
as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.
These are the days I especially love,
when the air lies soft and quiet over the dreaming earth;
it is a reflective and thoughtful time."
from Stillmeadow Daybook, 161
by Gladys Taber (1899 - 1980)
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