Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Goodbye 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.
-  Elizabeth Coatsworth





You know that winter is coming when there is only one lone boat left in the harbor.  Now it's time to sip hot cider and curl up under a blanket with a good book. 

 

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