Tuesday, February 21, 2017

November

"NOVEMBER"

November comes
And November goes
With the last red berries
And the first white snow.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And ice by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
     Clyde Watson


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