November is my least favourite month of the year. This poem by Thomas Hood expresses how I feel about this transition month.
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! -
However, there is that special day when the sky is blue and the warmth from the low golden sun enfolds you. This is the kind of day experienced by me on a November walk in the woods.