Autumn Muses

I have played around with the photo above, and used Orton to enhance the Autumnal colour. 

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

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Emily Bronte:   Fall, leaves, fall

Do you have a favourite Autumn poem or quote?  Why not share it with us.   If you would like to join in please leave your link in the comments box.

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  1. I’ve been trying to read blogs less often recently. They distract me too much from doing other things. It means I haven’t been here for a while – and, my, how smart it is!

    Sorry I don’t have a favourite poem. I have a favourite line though. ‘Now is the time for the burning of the leaves’ – Laurence Binyon. That one line says it all. It’s a poem in miniature.


  2. Hi Ronni. My original Muse for this month was a gloomy one because I usually hate November, but I then changed it to the more cheerful one which got published 🙂

    Now if I’ve set up my comment details properly, it should link through to Thursdays Muse Day 😉


    • Hi there, my Spam box has been working overtime and I have found your comment, along with three others, hiding away in there. I will take a look at Thursday’s Muse Day. Cheerful poems are always uplifting, I found so many of the Autumn ones depressing, all about the end of time etc.


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