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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