Tuesday Poetry: “Ode to Autumn” by John Keats
Ode 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 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.
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…Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
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