Tuesday, November 16, 2010


"November comes And November goes,

With the last red berries And the first white 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


Mari said...

Sad to see November is over half done. I always dread seeing winter arrive~!

Nicole said...

Beautiful poem!

Thanks for stopping by today!