Saturday, September 29, 2018

Ode To Autumn

There is a subtle change in the air.
Cool mist-filled mornings, and daytime temperatures are seasonably pleasant.
Trees are slowly changing from greens to oranges and browns,  Autumn has unmistakably



"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells."

~ John Keats


local alien said...

Lovely poem. A season to be savoured

Winifred said...

How well I remember learning that poem by heart at school sixty years ago. Not sure I really appreciated it then but it is a lovely poem.

Thanks for the lovely photos.

L. D. said...

Great verse and great photos. You yards are still looking great.

Susie said...

Jo, I certainly felt fall in the air. With the windows still open from last night, it was chilly this morn. It clouded up today but pleasant temperatures. It is still very pretty around your place. Love the pumpkin and plant together. Blessings, xoxo, Susie

Collie222 said...

It's true our favorite season!

Lowcarb team member said...

Oh what a truly beautiful Ode to Autumn …
Great post.

All the best Jan

Louca por porcelana said...

Great post.Hugs!