"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."
No rain, grey skies, fog, dried-up grapes, rotting leaves in John Keats' poem - or in my collage!
A brilliantly beautiful collage of Autumn beauty-and-bounty! John Keats certainly got it right! You did, as well, bringing him to the fore for us to enjoy again!
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