ROSEHIP

November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
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With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
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The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
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(Elizabeth Coatsworth)

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Subject	∅ 27mm (1,06“), Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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