Poem – November by 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! – 
November! 

Thomas Hood

Kirkstall Abbey looking wet and cold and forlorn

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