November
November weather isn’t always as miserable as Hood makes out. But the sun doesn’t rise until half-past seven in the morning, and it sets just after four o’clock, so the days are a little short.
November
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!
Précis
Thomas Hood shares his frustration with the late Autumn month of November, playing on the negative connotations of the opening syllable ‘No’. He laments the long nights, miserable weather, and lifeless countryside of Britain on the edge of winter. (39 / 60 words)
