The first day of November and the first day of being back on standard time which means nights coming earlier.
"November comes and Novembers goes
And ice in the bucket and frost by the gate.
And earth sinks to rest
This is the poem Preston sent me by way of greeting the Celtic New Year (Samhain) this morning.
As with any new-to-me poet, I go in search of learning more about her. (The first thing I learn is that Clyde is not a man.)
I'm ever so grateful to Preston for making me aware of this author. I'm already looking forward to finding some of her books and hopefully, reading them to my great grandchildren.