12 NOVEMBER 1937, Page 18

A Poetic Month

Under the inspiration of the recent beauty of the weather prizes have been offered for a poetic address to November in eight lines. The sort of response will perhaps be something like this : By berries ripe The robins pipe And hare-bells nod On leaf-strewn sod In evening mist Is amethyst, And swelling bud and fragrant earth Tell autumn birth not winter dearth.

The atmospheric effects have been very beautiful, thanks to the fine silvery mists that reflect the ruddy rays of the setting sun and the silver beams of midday. Perhaps it is the exceptional activity of the worms that has helped to accent the autumnal scents.