Sunday, November 1, 2009


"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 frost by the gate.

The fires burn and the kettles sing, and the earth
sinks to rest until next spring."
~Clyde Watson~


BrasherGirl said...

What a lovely poem and picture!

Anonymous said...

That is a beautiful poem Madeline. I almost posted it on my blog. I love the look of your blog. It's so festive and pretty.