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Friday, February 28, 2014

Autumn is my favorite season and its the first day of Autumn here in Australia.

When I look at the beautiful trees here in the Southern Highlands of Australia, I always think of Keats and his ode To Autumn:

I

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.


II                                  

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
   Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.


III

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, -
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
   Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
      The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;


4 comments:

Jeanne M said...

Hi Maggie!

I love the Autumn season as well and the leaves changing color never fail each year to amaze me!

Unfortunately it's winter here now and I must admit I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of shoveling snow! Another 8 inches coming tomorrow and I am again longing for the beauty of the fall leaves!

Nana Prah said...

Autumn is beautiful. Too bad it leads into winter.

Maggi Andersen said...

I hope spring comes soon to your area, Jeanne! I know many are fed up with winter !

Maggi Andersen said...

Nana, our winters here are mild. I really enjoy them. I don't always like our summers!