November skies are surprisingly beautiful, full of colour and as John Freeman remarks here, the presence of the 'unvanquished sun.' It may be winter, but the sun still puts on spectacular shows.
November Skies - John Freeman
Than these November skies
Is no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep;
Into their grey the subtle spies
Of colour creep,
Changing that high austerity to delight,
Till ev'n the leaden interfolds are bright.
And, where the cloud breaks, faint far azure peers
Ere a thin flushing cloud again
Shuts up that loveliness, or shares.
The huge great clouds move slowly, gently, as
Reluctant the quick sun should shine in vain,
Holding in bright caprice their rain.
And when of colours none,
Not rose, nor amber, nor the scarce late green,
Is truly seen, -
In all the myriad grey,
In silver height and dusky deep, remain
Faint purple flushes of the unvanquished sun.