In the mountain range of Hunsrück there are also some nice days in November. Now waiting for the snow.
"That time of year thou mayst in me behold.
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang.
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day.
As after sunset fadeth in the west;