Saturday, November 01, 2008

November Comes



"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."

Clyde Watson

9 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem and picture..both perfect for each other..
    ~deby

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  2. That was very beautiful. Hard to believe it is here already.

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  3. Pretty picture and poem today. I've been out myself capturing the colors of Autumn and looking forward to the holiday season ahead.

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  4. Thanks for sharing that lovely poem. I will dream of spring. We have tulips yet to plant.

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  5. Beautiful golden sun. Clarice

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  6. What a beautiful picture and beautiful poem.

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  7. Hi La Donna,
    How pretty. I love Nov. We got out the turkeys and pilgrims today.
    Hugs,
    Elizabeth

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  8. Lovely view and poem.

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