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Nov152009

no. 19

"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."

-  Elizabeth Coatsworth

 

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Reader Comments (7)

yum. so inspiring, these pictures.

November 15, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterleah

beautiful.

(if only a tad disturbing to see snow, even in photo form. ;)

November 15, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterelizabeth

Lovely...and peaceful...although the snow on those pretty roses is a little sad.

November 15, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterCeleste

such a lovely poem, thanks for sharing.

November 17, 2009 | Unregistered Commentermadelinetosh

Lovely.

November 23, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterelizabeth

One of my favourites-

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, 1922

Thank you for the beautiful pictures...

November 30, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterDeborah non blogger

so poignant.

November 30, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterjenica

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