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.
November by Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
Photograph: (mine) Statue of a woman mourning in graveyard.
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.
November by Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
Photograph: (mine) Statue of a woman mourning in graveyard.
6 comments:
I enjoyed reading that. Beautiful photo. You've got a great taste in art. I really like it. Kind of like the All Souls Day painting posted not too long ago. This photo is just as striking.
Jen
And I just read you took the photo. Even better! You're great at photography! I love the angle.
Thanks, jen!
Suzanne, this is so beautiful! I love this poem and your photo perfectly captures this time of year. Blessings!
What an awesome photo--and just perfect for that poem!
Beautiful post.
Karen : )
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