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 (1893–1986)
Now that we've moved into November that means it's time to move on to a new theme for the index cards. While I'll still be doing snarky from time to time I think that you'll be seeing quite a few with quotes and sayings relating to Thanksgiving.
Even though I have to work today I guess I am thankful and grateful that I got to sleep in an extra hour
I had forgotten about this beautiful old classic!
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ReplyDeleteI love that poemm..and though I dont have to go to a job every day. I would love to.have just one morning I did not have to get up.
ReplyDeleteI like the poem, Ann - it's a new one to me.
ReplyDeleteLove it! :)
ReplyDeleteYes I do remember when you were doing the index card art and I was always jealous because if I did an index cars that would not be art for sure
ReplyDeleteI remember, Ann. I've been visiting you for many years.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day. Big hug to you and lots of scritches to Gibbs. ♥
I like that poem. I actually like the time when the earth rests...and all my goofy neighbors are quietly tucked inside their houses.
ReplyDeleteI agree with the poem, I love the peacefulness of winter. But that's because I don't have to get up in the middle of the night and go out in it! I also love your cards.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you when you were doing index card art, but I'm liking what I'm seeing now.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. Love the card.
ReplyDeleteI loved your index card art, so much I made a private clipboard on Clipix for them.
ReplyDeleteThey were just so much fun, so I am really pleased to get new ones, even the snarky ones.
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ReplyDeleteI love the poem.
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