A November Poem

“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

 

 

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8 Responses to A November Poem

  1. Bridget D. says:

    I love that poem and I love the middle picture!

  2. Buttons says:

    Oh Miss Robyn you brought a huge smile to my face this morning. I love the poem and the photos are awesome. Hug B

  3. Candy C. says:

    What a great poem! I love the collage of the icy grasses! 🙂

    • Robyn says:

      No icy grass on the Lazy J Bar C Farm? Just kidding you, Candy! I thought the poem was a good way to say goodbye to November. Wow, how time flies!

  4. Great poem and photos! I really like the cows 🙂

  5. Carol says:

    wonderful post, photos and poetry ~ (A Creative Harbor ^_^)

  6. Lori says:

    LOVE those first two photos!

    Thanks for sharing with Foto Friday,
    Lori

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