Nyanser av november

Dull November brings the blast, then the leaves are whirling fast.
— Sara Coleridge

November comes, November goes and with the last red berries ans 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.

The second poem is written by Elizabeth Coatsworth. The place is named Gunnarskog ans it's located in Värmland, Sweden.