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.
See also the previous posts:
• Samhain: A Time of Magick and Mystery
• November Hare
• Autumn Hare | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII
• A Calendar of Hares
• Autumn Beauty
Artwork: Lucy Grossmith.
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