poem

The weather is supposed to be beautiful this week, but I'm posting this poem anyway, as I often look for it at this time of year.


No sun - no moon!

No morn - no noon -

No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,

No comfortable feel in any member -

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -

November!

-Thomas Hood, 1844

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