Autumn In New York/November
Brooklyn, New York At Sunset In November
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.
- Clyde Watson (1947 - )
By Leepak Hope-ra @ 11/01/2006 07:55:00 AM
3 Comments:
Those are clyde's thought's - what are yours?
:)
@GC: My thoughts are of warm cups of hot chocolate and anticipation of the holidays. They're of hats and sweater sets and playing like we did as children on crisp and snowy days. Those are my November Thoughts.
:P
hmmm... coco.. always nice to talk over coco...
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