Autumn morning mists came calling.
"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
7 comments:
I know that backyard so well, and it's especially beautiful shrouded in a delicate mist. :-)
There's something magical about the perfect poem in the perfect setting.... just lovely!
Such beautiful photos of the mist. I love the oranges and yellows. You have a wonderful day, hugs, Edna B.
The mist seems to sit so softly across your landscape... and isn't
it pumpkin time, indeed? Autumn blessings.
I do like the Autumn, and I so enjoyed seeing your photographs.
Wonderful words from Keats.
Have a wonderful October.
All the best Jan
What a beautiful poem to go with the beautiful Fall foliage. Hope you enjoy Fall. It's my favorite one.
Fall is my favorite season. The food, the cooler temperatures, but still bright and sunny. Your photos are beautiful!
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