The last day of November seems like a good time to post Thomas's Hood's classic desciption of a foggy day in Bath.

NO!

No sun -- no moon!
No morn -- no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--no "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indication where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way---no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
No mail-- no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
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!

[This message has been edited by Gail White (edited December 06, 2007).]

Thank you, Gail! I'd heard the last two lines a number of times but had never seen the whole poem.

That's a great one Gail, thanks.