Cynthia Rylant

"I love the month of November: when the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers."

- Cynthia Rylant

"Food is better in November than any other time of the year."

- Cynthia Rylant

"In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog."

- Cynthia Rylant

"In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year."

- Cynthia Rylant

"In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures."

- Cynthia Rylant

"In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead."

- Cynthia Rylant

"In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets."

- Cynthia Rylant