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Sherlene: Wintry November Poems

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 fire burn and the kettle sing, And earth sinks to rest until next spring. -Elizabeth Coatsworth Nature's first green is [actually] gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. -Robert Frost For this new morning and its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For every gift His goodness sends we thank Thee, gracious Lord. Amen. -Author Unknown