Monday, October 24, 2011

"To Autumn

                                Ode To Autumn is a poem by English  poet John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821). The work was composed on 19 September 1819 after a walk near Winchester one autumnal evening. A little over a year following the publication of "To Autumn", Keats died in Rome.

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...

I love this quote from Stanley Horowitz-

"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all."
-   Stanley Horowitz

And of course any thing Clive Staples Lewis
has to say-

“But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees”-   C. S. Lewis

I love something about every season, fall has such breathtaking colors, the abundant [hopefully] harvest.

The promise in each seed that falls to the ground that come Spring new life will abound.

I am entering this card to Fall Blooms Bloggers Challenge

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