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

All other images via tumblr.