Sunday, September 27, 2009

To Autumn

Although the summer was rainy and cool, each day felt like summer. After many rainy days, all in a row, today that feeling changed and autumn is upon us. It was a perfect day.

To Autumn


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

No comments: