Sunday
15Nov2009
no. 19
Sunday, November 15, 2009 "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
Reader Comments (7)
yum. so inspiring, these pictures.
beautiful.
(if only a tad disturbing to see snow, even in photo form. ;)
Lovely...and peaceful...although the snow on those pretty roses is a little sad.
such a lovely poem, thanks for sharing.
Lovely.
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...
so poignant.