Poem of the day - Ode to Autumn

This is the last day of August and although the cigale still sing loudly the sun has lost its fierce heat. The sunsets are hazy and mellow. The trees are getting ready to change into their Autumn finery. Summer fruits are being made into jam or preserves to brighten up the winter months.Grapes are being harvested, liqueurs are being made with apricots and raspberries, plums and elderberries. Blackberry bushes are never far away and everyone can join in the fun of picking them and then making something special . As tomorrow is the first of September and Autumn is round the corner here is a beautiful poem by John Keats (1796 - 1821) 

Ode to Autumn

Seasons 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.

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