Monday, November 18, 2013


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

Images courtesy of Habitually Chic Blog

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