my response to the nineteenth challenge from the four
to interpret the poem:
"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










i love garden photos in november. when weeds take on the same life as the flowers.
Posted by: margie | 11/19/2009 at 04:39 AM
I'm not sure which I love more - the poem..or the image. Truly wonderful pairing of words and image!!
Posted by: Marcie | 11/19/2009 at 05:35 AM
Wonderful poem! I love this photo too...a bit sad, but beautiful.
Posted by: Caroline | 11/19/2009 at 09:39 AM
Oh E, you had me running for my photo archives because I have the perfect shot. Then I forgot to come back and comment!! That was HOURS ago! Maybe even last night...
This is the perfect shot with which to play along. Well done!
Ugh! I keep getting an error message when I click post - Sorry, but we cannot accept this data, or something like that. I'll keep trying.
Posted by: Toni | 11/22/2009 at 09:05 PM
Love this interpretation! Though my heart droops with this rosehip...
Posted by: eow | 11/23/2009 at 03:38 PM
Is that what they are? Rosehips? Maybe I have been living under a rock, but I have always wondered exactly what a rosehip looked like..turns out, I have been surrounded by them!
Posted by: rhayne | 11/24/2009 at 01:46 PM