Autumnal Equinox

“Autumnal Equinox”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana 


This seemed appropriate for the first day of autumn here in Louisiana.



To Autumn

John 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-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.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may 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 oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy 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-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.



  1. valwebb said,

    September 22, 2008 at 8:15 pm

    Very nice! Keats always does a great job of expressing those big, timeless themes… and the bright little anole in your photo is a cheery contrast to the introspective poet. I always enjoy your blog.

  2. Jan said,

    September 23, 2008 at 4:41 am

    Thanks, valwebb. Keats has always been one of my favorite poets.

  3. tina said,

    September 23, 2008 at 5:21 am

    Oakleafs are always appropriate for any season I think. Love the colorful picture and I can’t believe it is fall already!

  4. Alexandra said,

    September 23, 2008 at 6:23 am

    John Keats is a great author/writer. I love the way he is able to express himself. Happy Autumn! 🙂

  5. nancybond said,

    September 23, 2008 at 9:38 am

    Ah…Keats. 🙂 Beautiful…and your photo is a perfect illustration.

  6. Jan said,

    September 24, 2008 at 5:35 pm

    Tina, I have a hard time believing fall is here already. Don’t let that photo fool you, we have very little fall color here in Louisiana at this time. It is usually November before we get any real coloring.

    Alexandra, glad to see you like Keats, too.

    Nancy, thanks for the compliment. Your blog inspired me.

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