“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.”
tags: clyde-watson, fall, november, poems
I always, always enjoy scrolling down and reading, seeing all your blogs....What an inspiration you put out there for all of us who happens to pop in :)
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Your new banner is beautiful and I love the poem! Ice in the bucket and frost by the gate! Isn't November wonderful? I don't understand why so many people don't like it.
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