Friday, November 1, 2013

A POEM FOR NOVEMBER




 
NOVEMBER COMES

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.

by Clyde Watson

5 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem for my favorite time of the year. Thank you so much for sharing it and for your warm birthday wishes. Big hugs coming your way!!
    Love,
    Mona

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  2. Love the poem! When I got to the line about the "kettle singing",I could almost taste the hot cup of tea (or cocoa!). Pulling the afghan or comforter
    up to my chin.....Thank you for the warm picture....

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  3. November comes, and November goes...when I lived in White Rock, I was never sad to see it go. It rains there a lot, especially in November. And our Thanksgiving is in October...so there was little to love about November. But up here, it's the first snow, the first hard frost...and so on. Much better.

    Jen

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  4. i like the poem....thanks for sharing. I like the fall colors right now. And it started raining as we were driving home from a dinner at church tonight. Guess we won't be going on a walk after all. I need to get some work done on calendars anyway. Hugs!

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  5. It's perfect ! Thank you for sharing

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