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'er-brimm'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,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
13 comments:
Yum! Biscuits and applesauce sound mighty good!
This poem is an old favourite, and you have illustrated it beautifully. Here we are dancing into spring.
Now I'm reminded of a story of a Sergeant Major whose duty it was to remind a bunch of new recruits about a talk being given for the benefit of their education. "You've got a nice man comin' to talk to you all about Keats, this evenin'! I suggest you all go along an' pin yer ears back. By the look of it, none of you know wot a Keat is!"
Nice applesauce and I love how you've paired it with Keats.
Sam
Beautiful word pictures and perfect photos to go with them!
Ah the poet has met the applesauce!
A favourite poem - and I can almost smell the tang of those apples. What a feast.
ha. nice...and i bet your applesauce is really good...most home made things are...
Loved it. Applesauce is really time-consuming, but so much better than store bought.
just wonderful
Vicki, this is a beautiful post, in which the photographs and words add to the joy this visitor found.
Thank you! xo
Illustrations and a poem which go directly to the heart.
Love the post. Keats helped turn the melancholy to joy of autumn or I would be thinking of "September Song" sung by Sarah Vaughan. Of course your pictures helped cheered me up
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