This seemed to suit the cold clammy day at the end of this month. I loved this. You probably have to read it out loud!
No sun — no moon!
No morn — no noon —
No dawn — no dusk — no proper time of day.
No shade, no shine,
No butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers,
No leaves, no birds! —
November!
| November by Thomas Hood Next |
| 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 (1799 – 1845) was a poet, publisher, editor, and humorist. The son of a bookseller, he was born in London and lived there for most of his life, with stints in Scotland and Belgium. Well known for his puns and comic verse, Thomas also composed poems that drew attention to the social evils of his day.