Friday, November 4, 2011



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

I found this poem in a classroom when I first started teaching. 

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