Farewell Autumn Leaves

"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

(thanks Elizabeth Knight for giving me this poem) 

The leaves are almost all on the ground now.
They were spectacular here in Oregon this year.
Some years just shine and this Autumn definitely did that.
There are a few dried leaves sitting on my mantel for the pure pleasure
and still enjoying them.
May each of you have time to wish the leaves farewell for another season
with a walk or a picture singing their glory.
For they will return on another day and in a different form,
but be assured, they will return to dazzle us again.
Happy Thanksgiving to each of you!