Monday, November 21, 2011


I have just been thinking about the season and how the year is almost over.  It does not seem so long ago since it was January, and now it is November.  It really does show us how things are in retrospect.  Time passes, and we just have to move along with it.  We need to take  the  good with the bad.  When the year is over, it always seems to work out for the best.

Trying to put a good face on all the seasons, the change in weather, the changes in our lives.

NOVERMBER                              -----Elizabeth Coatsworth-----

November comes
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.

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