No sun, November.

This is a poem 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! 

However, when it is still and misty the spiders webs are to be found all around.
So small and so delicately beautiful.