November usually brings with it my melancholia. This year in my part of the world the weather is not cooperating and remains pleasant which, of course, makes me even grumpier. I know that the weather will eventually turn and I will start counting the days until the winter solstice. After that, the miniscule increases in daylight, throughout the winter, prepare me for the arrival of early spring.
For now, I offer:
by Thomas Hood (1789 – 1845)
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! –