Friday Poetry: Elsa Beskow

November

Grey is November,
cold as cold.
Stormy November,
wind and rain.
No snow.
No ice.
No glittering sun.
Grey is November,
except
by the bright fire
with a story,
a cushion for the cat,
the dark outside
and
the light in the flames
where mysterious lie
and
we dream.

~ Elsa Beskow

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:: this post is part of the Friday Poetry roundup hosted by Mentor Texts.