November ....
Wet, windy and dull this morning ......
but later sunny and dry enough to collect a few lovely leaves from the garden.
NO sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No travelling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
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 1789 - 1845
I don't think Thomas Hood got it entirely right - though we do have a postal strike just now!
4 comments:
great poem. makes me thankful for all i do have this first day i november!
after all, thanksgiving will soon be here!
Thanks for that Connie. I was trying to remember where I heard this before. I could only remember the first two lines.Lovely new blog header pic.
Great poem, and love the leaf photos.
Hope you are feeling OK
the leaf and seed photo is so full of beautiful colors~!!~ reminds me of a breathtaking sunrise or sunset~!~
:)
libbyQ
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