November Comes: ELIZABETH COATSWORTH

November Comes: ELIZABETH COATSWORTH

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.

American writer and poet Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth (1893-1986) was a highly-commended runner-up in 1968 for the biennial international Hans Christian Andersen Award for children’s wrtiers. She published over 90 books from 1910, including her autobiography (her last book) in 1976: Personal Geography: Almost an Autobiography.