“November comes
November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
Ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing
Earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
~Clyde Watson

Photo credit: Smokinmudproductions (available as a print)

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