No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day ...
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
I learned this poem in school and have always recited it to myself this time of year. I forgot who wrote it, but - praise Google! - I searched for it now. It's Thomas Hood, English (1799-1845).
British climate must have been different then. Today has been a warm, sunny day, and the moon is just rising, after a beautiful dusk hour, and dawn this morning was stunning. There are still some pears in the pear tree, the marigolds are in full bloom, and three roses have decided to bloom again. Birds are louder than ever. Yes-vember.