Autumn has arrived, and for the past few days we've already noticed a change in the weather.
Cool mist-filled mornings, and even cooler, crisp-laden nights.
The trees are beginning their changing of color, yellows, oranges and reds.
Pumpkins are now decorating porches and gardens.
The songbirds now busily returning to their winter homes.
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.
To Autumn : John Keats 1795-1821
5 comments:
Such a beautiful poem and oh so true. I do look forward to the cooler days and nights and we are having a beautiful Indian Summer here in the North country in Maine. The trees are so beautiful as they turn color and the days are sparkling bright with blue skies and warm days.
Fall is here. That poem is perfect to remind me of all the wonderful things that autumn brings. :-)
Lovely post . Yes it is like that here , fresh cool breezes warm sun , chilly nights and foggy mornings with the sweet smell of the harvested fields and wood smoke fill the air as the land changes . Thanks for sharing . Have a good day 1
Such a beautiful poem of John Keats. Autumn is wonderful in nature.
Autumn here too Jo and the fresh, cool winds are welcome! Just so long as they don't get too cool, ha ha
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