Thursday, November 8, 2018

November Comes


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.



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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