Monday Poetry Stretch - What Isn't There

I've been reading seasonal poems as of late and was so struck by this poem that it gave me the idea for today's stretch.

No!
by Thomas Hood

     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 this way"—
     No end to any Row—
     No indications 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!

Since my poems often try to capture what I see and hear, smell and touch, I thought it might be interesting to write a poem about something that describes it by virtue of what isn't there.

So, there's your challenge for the week. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results here later this week.