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-eaves 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, To Autumn

Gorgeously filmed as it was, I did not love Jane Campion’s Bright Star. However, John Keats’ poetry remains beautiful and ageless… and a perfect hymn to my favourite season.


2 Comments to “To Autumn”

  1. Ah, you’ve made me look at Autumn with a bit more appreciation. I am very, very fond of the leaves though.

  2. I love the leaves and the quality of the sunlight – more yellow gold than at any other time of the year.

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