Saturday, November 2, 2013


"November comes
 And November goes,
 With the last red berries 
And the first while snows. 

With night coming early,
 And dawn coming late, 
And ice in the bucket 
And frost by the gate. 

 The fires burn
 And the kettles sing,
 And earth sinks to rest 
Until next spring."

Elizabeth Coatsworth

1 comment:

  1. Our November came in at 80 degrees, sparkling ocean and evening walks with only a sweatshirt for warmth. I don't know how it will exit, but I am savoring each day.




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