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


acornmoon said...

Lovely poem.

Rosie said...

That really is a lovely poem. Great photo as well - have a happy week:)

Margarida Elias said...

Beatiful picture and beatiful poem. I love your blog...

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Ah.....November! I love this time of year, I really do. I trust that you are feeling better dear friend; with your little garden friends now by your side inside by the hearth of your heart, the wonder of the holidays is upon you to inspire you to write!!!! Anita

Miss•Elena•Eous said...

how pretty :) it creates the loveliest images.. ahh the best time of the year.