Autumn

 TO AUTUMN by JOHN KEATS  (1795-1821) (excerpts)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees.

 To sweet the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

 With a sweet kernel;to set budding more.

 Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind:
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep...

 Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.

 Steady thy laden head across a brook...

 Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

 Think not of them, thou hast 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 grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn...

 And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

 Photographs from Campbell River, B.C. (Michelle McConachie Woods) 2016
To Autumn by John Keats  from "One Thousand Beautiful Things" (1948) (Peoples Book Club)