A November Dawn…
Autumn was a long time in arriving here in middle England. But once it had arrived its been rather terrific, but now we have the first signs of November….. as its the 22nd of the month that cannot be to bad.
Earlier in the month I was trolling through some old books on the seasons and came across this little poem. It was obviously written some time ago before climate change started to push back the seasons, when November was rather sever. No doubt it was once a familiar catalogue of occurrences but November this year has so far been very different
No Warmth, no Cheerfulness, no Healthy Ease
No Comfortable feel in the member,
No Shade, no Shine, no Butterflies, no Bees,
No Fruits, no Flowers, no Leaves, no Birds
NO-vember
Thomas Hood
(1799 – 1845)
22nd November
(C) David Oakes 2018
DAVID OAKES - IMAGES. 
Wonderful little poem and a magnificent photo. Mist certainly makes a photo magic.
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I had forgotten all about that little verse…..rather pleased I stumbled across it 🙂
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Picture and prose perfect together.
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Thank you… the verse was a truly accidental find after many years. 🙂
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That little poem is redolent of Novembers long past….
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No, long passed……
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Long passed….yet I can remember them well. 🙂
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Quite…..
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Beautiful shot.
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