“No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds”

Wow! November poems are depressing. I couldn’t find a single one that was cheerful. The closest I found is the last one below. 

I like November. It’s full-on fall with lots of rain and wind but without the Christmas madness. Thanksgiving is my second favorite holiday, so that helps.

I don’t get why poets are so negative. Don’t let these forlorn poems get you down. November is lovely in its own way.

AUTUMN (November) 
By Walter de la Mare 

There is a wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was. 

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! 

"November"
by Ardenelle M. Mason 

The leaves have fallen to the ground
With rustling sound so soft.
Soon winter will come marching in,
With leaden skies aloft.
Bright autumn hues of red & gold
Have faded to dull brown,
But soon an ermine mantle,
Will cover all the ground,
These precious days we'll treasure,
When winter's in full bloom,
The memories of our golden times,
Will banish all the gloom.