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.
Sacred Touches 
Oh I like that little poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Me too, and I love the frosty rose too. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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Love the poem Natalie! God does have just one flower left in his arsenal though I haven’t seen it for a long time. The witchhazel tree manages to give tiny clusters of yellow flowers in late November to early December. Only God!
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Oh, how fun, Pete. His gifts are such a blessing. I’ve seen those trees in photos, but I’ve always thought our summers are too hot for them to survive here sadly. Enjoy the yellow flowers when they come and happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. Love, N 🙂 ❤
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Love it! November is full of fabulous frosty surprises here in New England… ❤
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I know, and I’d love to see them sometime. Occasionally we get some frosty/snowy treats here. Happy thanksgiving to you and yours, dear Bette! Hugs and love, N 🙂 ❤
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Happy Thanksgiving, dear Natalie! ❤
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Thank you Bette! Same to you. 🙂 ❤
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(stumbleupon). I’ve book marked it for later!
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Thank you for visiting my blog. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Thank you. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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