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November

  • Steph Clay
  • Nov 4
  • 1 min read

by Thomas Hood

(1799-1845)


A note from your friendly back-end creator (Steph) - As this year seems to be capitalizing on the beauty of Autumn everywhere I look, even though the poem itself reflects the feeling just after the leaves fall, I decided to keep the colors going with this image :)



November

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!


It is ironic then to note that that same month, November, hosts what many regard as the best celebration of the year - Thanksgiving!

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