And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With the night coming early,
And the 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."
- Elizabeth Coatsworth
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With the night coming early,
And the 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."
- Elizabeth Coatsworth
Julianna Bibor
Julianna Bibor
Albert Schweitzer
Albert Schweitzer
Gary Bunt
Gary Bunt
- J. R. R. Tolkien
- J. R. R. Tolkien
"Jane's Chickens," n.d.
Oil on canvas
"Jane's Chickens," n.d.
Oil on canvas