Autumn

The word Autumn comes from the old French word autompne (automne in modern French), and was later normalized to the original Latin word autumnus.

What is Autumn? leather boots, patterned tights, blushing leaves, umbrellas, earl grey tea, bursts of rain, red wine...


To Autumn

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 thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples that 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 might 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:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozing hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast the music too, -
While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosey-hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn,
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breat whistles from a garden croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats