November

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!

---from "November" by Thomas Hood

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[Exiled in New Jersey]

Boy, does that hit the mark. We drove Orange County Rte 1 on Sunday from Greenville to Warwick. Pam could not help but tell me that her uncle, a Maine farmer, would say 'the earth has gone to sleep.'

Ah, when I think of November, I remember my daughter's favorite Sendak:

IN NOVEMBER'S GUSTY GALE,
I WILL FLOP MY FLIPPY TAIL
AND SPOUT HOT SOUP,
I'LL BE A WHALE.

SPOUTING ONCE
SPOUTING TWICE
SPOUTING CHICKEN SOUP WITH RICE

[AZrider]

Out here in Arizona, we're singing "The Warmth of the Sun," as tomatoes are ripening in my backyard and the citrus begin to turn from green to yellow and orange...