November flakes, it’s all it takes, to calm me down, as I walk around, as a cold wind blows flaky snows, on a rocky mountain tower, watching it come, a mountain snow shower,  then in a sheltered valley, falling snow swirls and twirls, find myself saying, wow, wow, wow,  feeling like a boy again, as if in the morning of my life,  even though I’m in my evening, feels like a thanksgiving