A Clear Autumn....

 AUTUMN by John Clare (1793-1864) known for his wonderful imagery of the english countryside. The writings of Shakespeare, Byron and Burns had great impact on him. He is regarded as one of the greatest 19th century poets.

 The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still

 On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill.

 The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot.

 Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.

 The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,

 The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.

 The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,

 And gossamer twitter, flung from weed unto weed.

 Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,

 And the rivers we're eyeing burn to gold as they run:

 Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air:

 Whoever looks round sees Eternity there...

 "I found the poems in the fields, and only wrote them down...."
                                                  -John Clare

Photographs 2018