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.

-  Elizabeth Coatsworth




















Vincent Van Gogh by John Peter Russell, 1886


via Veranda 




Central Park by me via instagram. 

Paris by Vicki Archer




Top Image: The New Yorker, November 5, 1966 by Abe Birnbaum
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Posted By: Jum Aidi

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