Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Autumn Thoughts and Keats
The linden trees will bloom as they always do - after I've left for Cape Cod. Walking the allee at the TBC year round and watching them go bare after the gold of autumn it seems to take forever for the flower buds to appear. It is one of the most beautiful gifts of nature - this sweetness. The urn sits along the path and today in early light I noticed the bas relief harvester and was reminded of "To Autumn" by John Keats.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfullness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves runs;
To bend with apples the moss'd-cottage trees;
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core . . .
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