Happy November Birthday Cards 2026 & International Days

Happy November Birthday Paper Cards

Send your greetings and wishes this year with an original, handmade November birthday card. Have a look at these beautiful cards themed around November's birth flowers and November's birthstone.  Click on the images or links to go to that artist's shop for further details.

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Happy November Birthday Digital Cards

Here are our free happy birthday ecards for November themed around the November birthstones, with our compliments.

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November Poems

Ettrick Forest in November by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)

November's sky is chill and drear,
November's leaf is red and sear:
Late, gazing down the steepy linn,
That hems our little garden in,
Low in its dark and narrow glen
You scarce the rivulet might ken,
So thick the tangled greenwood grew,
So feeble trill'd the streamlet through:
Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen
Through bush and brier, no longer green,
An angry brook, it sweeps the glade,
Brawls over rock and wild cascade,
And, foaming brown with doubled speed,
Hurries its waters to the Tweed.

No longer Autumn's glowing red
Upon our Forest hills is shed;
No more beneath the evening beam
Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam;
Away hath pass'd the heather-bell
That bloom'd so rich on Needpathfell;
Sallow his brow; and russet bare
Are now the sister-heights of Yair.
The sheep, before the pinching heaven,
To shelter'd dale and down are driven,
Where yet some faded herbage pines,
And yet a watery sunbeam shines:
In meek despondency they eye
The wither'd sward and wintry sky,
And far beneath their summer hill,
Stray sadly by Glenkinnon's rill:
The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold,
And wraps him closer from the cold;
His dogs no merry circles wheel,
But shivering follow at his heel;
A cowering glance they often cast,
As deeper moans the gathering blast.

Source: Scottish Poetry Selection - Ettrick Forest in November (rampantscotland.com)