Wise you are
November
your leafy drifts
cluster at the base
of endless trees
they mark where time
has passed
and will pass again
This silken canopy
you, November
will change into
a dark elixir
falling once again
to another dimension
where roots can draw strength
from your richness
Ah November sky
you have opened
new portals onto mystery
it is at your strong bidding that I see
( your steely skies insistent)
these branching traceries
of stark silhouette
promise green days and renewal
like breezes, a sweet return
to where now I stand
yearning, gazing up
at November
and wisdom
genusrosa 
So lyrical. Love this. “The silken canopy changed to a dark elixir.”
There is definitely inherent wisdom if we take the time, as you have, to seek the source.
You have such a way with words. As if you use brush and palette knife on our minds eye to see what you see. A beautiful gift to you that you share. Thank you.
That was a lovely comment; so glad you enjoyed the poem. Thanks for visiting and taking the time to share your thoughts–very appreciated ☺️
I appreciated your thought of mystery being in November skies…..I really feel that this year, it is warm here in the middle, the trees are mostly bare but there still is a mystery of how long will the blue stay warm and the trees soft in the autumn sun….I was looking up, I feel the blue!