November is a spinner,
A spinning in the mist,
Oh such a lovely web she weaves
Of gold and amethyst.
In among the shadows
She spins till close of day
Then quietly she folds her hands
And puts her work away.
Margaret Rose, as taken from Enki Grade One Poetry
Lovely misty photo. It compliments the poem perfectly!
ReplyDeleteIt does! We have had lots of mist this year, which was so welcome.
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