In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arm — Cynthia Rylant, In November
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In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.

— Cynthia Rylant, In November
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