• 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, 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 (2015). “In November”, p.9, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt