I am indebted to Townmouse for drawing my attention to the poem below. Hard to argue with; especially in a gloomy Dublin November. To be fair the last week has been chilly but clear so there’s that. Still the sunset view from the office at 4.05 is not exactly making my heart soar.
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!