“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,… — Elizabeth Coatsworth Copy Share Image
“November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And… — Elizabeth Coatsworth Copy Share Image
“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age;… — Elizabeth Coatsworth Copy Share Image
