soft november
Posted on November 3rd, 2009, by elizabeth
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.
(Clyde Watson)
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November 3rd, 2009 at 10:33 pm
SO very lovely! thanks
November 4th, 2009 at 4:39 pm
Such a lovely poem and gorgeous photo! Is that the view from Lovell? Wish I was there.
November 4th, 2009 at 5:17 pm
Yes, taken this past Sunday…my usual walk to the far end of our dirt road. I never get tired of that view
November 4th, 2009 at 8:07 pm
Great - now I’m depressed.
November 4th, 2009 at 9:02 pm
It’s your own fault for living so close to the Arctic Circle
November 5th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
What a beautiful quote…I am going to save it in my little book of quotes I am considering for my cemetery stone. Don’t laugh…just planning ahead!
November 5th, 2009 at 4:11 pm
I think that’s sweet.
Just make sure someone knows where your little book is Joe!
November 7th, 2009 at 1:09 pm
Lovely poem, stunning photograph— that view is one of my favorites in all the world.
November 8th, 2009 at 12:07 pm
Perfect poem and perfect picture. If I had that view within walking distance seems like my whole life would be different. Gorgeous, just gorgeous.