November 11, 2015 by ebbtide I am becoming… Photography, Poetry beautiful, change, fall, gray, life, November, poem, Poetry, russet, seasons, solitude, wild, winter, writing 2 Comments I am becoming the color of fall when it stoops to November, russet when it succumbs to gray in quiet, unnoticed ways until suddenly the briar leans bare against the fence bleak, wild and forgettable © Sarah Whiteley