Monday, November 06, 2006

Monday's fall quote


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 ~~

Photo of our cottage's garden gate. We are busy each weekend working on preparing the garden for the winter.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

The picture of your garden gate and the accompanying poem make my heart ache for my own garden....someday I'll have one again!
love,
Terri

diane said...

read the poem to emily, we both love it, thank you! diane

Nancy said...

What a lovely poem Heidi. Thanks for sharing it. The photo is especially nice with the sweet garden sign.

Nancy

Anonymous said...

Heidi, I love your garden gate and the sign on it. Those stones are so welcoming, so beckoning.
Nan

Annemarie said...

I enjoyed catching up with your blog. Lovely picture of your garden gate!

Angela said...

Oh goodness what a lovely poem. I don't know where you find such beautiful verse. I have started a small journal to copy each one down. Thank you for that...
Hugs, Angela