Elizabeth Coatsworth - November

 

November is here!  Some of the poems about November are so dreary and dark, but there are a few gems that are more upbeat and fun like this poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth.  She is one of my favorite authors.

November

Elizabeth Coatsworth 

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 the earth sinks to rest

Until next spring.    

 Elizabeth Coatworth 

Elizabeth Coatsworth was born in 1893 and died in 1986.  She, like other poets I've featured, was a writer of children's poetry and stories.  She won the Newbery Medal in 1931.  She was an American author who lived on the East Coast with her husband.

This is one of Elizabeth Coatsworth's most popular books and winner of the Newbery Award.  It is still greatly loved today.

The Cat Who Went to Heaven - Elizabeth Coatsworth