2 Nov 2011

November

"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"
 - by Elizabeth Coatsworth

6 comments:

  1. Lovely poem, have a wonderful day!

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  2. A lovely poem for this month! If she was a quilter she would have put something about that in too! Thank you for sharing that.
    Jane

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  3. Hi Jane, yes you are right...no mention of quilting at all!! :0) x

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