Monday, November 24, 2008

Let it SNOW

This morning we woke to a blanket of white snow. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
"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

1 comment:

Miz T. said...

Beautiful poem! I just stopped by to see what you were doing. I love the photo of the "catnap". I wish you and your family a warm Happy New Year full of wonderful things.
Hugs,
Lauri