NOVEMBER STILLNESS November is a quiet month That holds its breath it seems. While Mother Earth prepares the land, For winter's lengthy dreams. No longer do the doors of home Admit the charms of spring. No longer do we hear the songs Of birds who gaily sing. The silence of the winter time Descend on one and all. The silent stars in quiet sky, The muted snows that fall. And in the stillness of it all As stars look down and nod, I hear the Psalmist say "Be Still, And know that I am God."