Friday, October 12, 2012

Ode To Autumn

 
 There's a sharp chill in the air, the leaves are falling off of trees in a yellowy-green hue, summer is definitely over, and I couldn't not post this poem! It is, afterall, a 'classic'. I read somewhere that it's quite nice to document the gradual colour changes of the trees by taking a photograph of a tree near your house or something each morning.  It's so easy to become so involved with your own life and business that you miss the fantastic show nature's putting on for us!

O D E  T O  A U T U M N
J O H N  K E A T S
 
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 moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
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 o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barrèd 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 lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

 
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Emily said...

Love this post, the poem, the photo and the idea of taking the same photo every day to really appreciate the change :) <3 xxx

Unpublished Life said...

Fantastic ode to autumn. What a magical tribute and it is a truly truly beautiful time of year. Gorgeous.

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