Do any of you know the source for this bit of poetry? I've had it stuck in my brain for years and I can't remember where I learned it..... but it paints such a lovely photo in my mind.... I just see November, the fairy, walking pensively through the forest....
"Now, with October's bright fire spent, her flaming pageantry too soon gone walks November, in grey-sandaled feet with misty veils of lavender caught at her throat with russet bands...."
Just not getting a visual on what to DO with those colors... perhaps some of the lampworkers could help???
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