Posts filed under ‘.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 1, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Cat: Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving PoemsBy Valerie Worth

From Thanksgiving Poems
Selected by Myra Cohn Livingston
Illustrated by Stephen Gammell

Now, in lean November,
The silent houses
Huddle in despair,
Every front porch
Forlorn, abandoned to
Its mailbox and its mat–
A patch of cold brown
Stubble, uncomfortable
Even to the cat;

But we, indoors,
Have company and clamor,
Fruitfulness and fire,
Luxury to spare–
So that when she
Runs in, complaining,
We offer her our laps,
And stroke her chilly fur,
And feed her turkey-scraps.


November 25, 2013 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

If Ice in November

If ice in November will bear a duck,
Nothing comes after but sleet and muck

Frost in November to hold a duck
The rest of the winter is slush and muck.

February 20, 2010 at 2:58 pm Leave a comment