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 . . .
~ from "To Autumn" by John Keats
Join Caledonia Skytower and Ktadhn Vesuvino in The Glen for an hour of Autumn Music & Poetry (you can even dance too!)
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