Translate

2013年11月14日木曜日

八幡堀の秋


"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 the frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
and earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."
- Clyde Watson


















0 件のコメント:

コメントを投稿