Winter has well and truly arrived this week. Darkness and cold. November, most maligned of months, as this poem demonstrates, just a string of negatives. Sometimes it feels this way alright doesn't it?
November - Thomas Hood
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! -