Thursday, December 2, 2010

It's December now...

I've always liked this poem - I've also always liked November. I thought of it as Beth and I are not feeling well and stuck in the house, and you can see from the photo what it looks like outside.
Here it is December, though, so good times are here!
I'm sure someone will call soon...

November
by Thomas Hood
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 the 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 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!

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