Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Apples on the King Ridge...

Photo by Barry Wallace

Ode to Autumn
J. Keats
            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-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'erbrimm'd their clammy cell.

Please comment if you wish.
Barry Wallace

1 comment:

  1. I was taken aback by the bounty of apples at Pine Farm this year. Trees were totally loaded up to the max.