On such a lovely Autumn day, go out, take a deep breath, and look at the colour and the beauty surrounding us in this world we live in. Thinking of the beauty of Autumn, how apt is the poem Ode to Autumn by John Keats- (verse 1) 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 mossd cottage-trees And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shell 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 oerbrimmd their clammy cells.
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 13:29:17 +0000