And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!
With warmth of the day whirling into the frigid drafts and with the Sun descending behind the mountains, November faints into December. Birds persist to chirrup as leaves continue to expose branches of the trees. The dew has carried off the lavishness of the grass while the high-school/ college fellows carry on with their football game. Richness of the green fields bartered with the desiccated look, perhaps, facilitates those who still search heat from the fire by dry sticks.