The weather has been so unseasonable and balmy that it almost belies one of my favorite November poems by John Clare; then again, this warm weather may eventually become what is "seasonal" for this time of year. I hope not. Anyway, here's that lovely poem:
So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.
(photo link here.)