“The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.


Blake To Autumn


Photo courtesy of Cath Tregillis.

9 thoughts on “Autumn

  1. So autumn comes to southern climes: bid farewell now to summer, the best of times. The worst of times? When fingers get much number…

      1. I find each transition exquisite, but sometimes the season can outlast its welcome! Sharp mornings and clear sunny days are ideal for autumn but in the UK it can often be a cue for dismal days of so-called Welsh mist or that peculiar halfway point between mist and drizzle known as mizzle — not much fun.

        PS Did you like my concealed rhyming couplets above? 🙂

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