Hail The Season Of Mists And Mellow Fruitfulness*

Fig. 1. Jacob Cats - Autumn Landscape with Rainbow, 1779


'Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.'

Albert Camus

* From Ode to Autumn by John Keats

Addendum: Katie and ESVM's poetry corner...

I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that you're heading into Autumn, and I'm eagerly awaiting Spring. ESVM and I can deal with two seasons at the same time though:

Autumn Daybreak

Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearing through
My bedroom to rejoin the cloud,

I know−for I can hear the hiss
And scrape of leaves along the floor−
How many boughs, lashed bare by this,
Will rake the cluttered sky once more.

Tardy, and somewhat south of east,
The sun will rise at length, made known
More by the meagre light increased
Than by a disk in splendour shown;

When, having but to turn my head,
Through the stripped maple I shall see,
Bleak and remembered, patched with red,
The hill all summer hid from me.