Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Autumn, The Year's Last, Loveliest Smile

Hello, Dear Ones. I am feeling a bit reflective today so I give you this...



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-eves 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.
John Keats
Ode to Autumn

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia :)