Sunday, November 20, 2011

"NOVEMBER"





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.


A poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Sarah
Sarah

The summer we married, my husband was in graduate school, and I was employed as a teacher. We took a portion of our savings that summer and purchased a sailboat. We christened our Catalina 22, “Hyacinths For The Soul” after Saadi’s poem. Our "Hyacinths" provided years of pleasure.