Friday, 4 November 2011


 "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


Gillian Olson said...

Love these pictures of the mist in the morning and the frost on the leaf. Very appropriate verse too.

Elizabeth McCrindle said...

I'm glad you like them Gillian I love this time of year :)