"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."
- Elizabeth Coatsworth
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."
- Elizabeth Coatsworth
"There is music in the meadows, in the air --
Autumn is here;
Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,
Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow;
Pines are soughing, birches stir,
And the Gypsy trail is fresh beneath the fir.
There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields,
Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre."
- William Stanley Braithwaite, Lyric of Autumn
"Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods."
William Allingham
William Allingham
John Currin, Thanksgiving, 2003
Red Berries
http://hansellphotography.com/wp-content/uploads/image/DSC_1473%20lh%20resize.jpg
November Still Life {fruit}
http://100n30th.blogspot.com/
It's Late Autumn
http://emilyamanole.deviantart.com/art/it-s-late-autumn-145362249
Late Autumn
http://fhrankee.deviantart.com/art/Late-Autumn-148827452
John Currin, Thanksgiving, 2003
http://eaobjets.wordpress.com/2008/08/30/bad-painiting-good-art-an-eye-opening-exhibition-the-mumok-vienna/
http://eaobjets.wordpress.com/2008/08/30/bad-painiting-good-art-an-eye-opening-exhibition-the-mumok-vienna/
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