Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Autumn Poems



Those of you who know me well or have been around here a while probably know that I have a thing for autumn. This is, hands down, my favorite time of year.

So poetry Tuesday today is a collection of fall and autumn poems.

----------------------------------------
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.

-John Muir, Fall Poem

Seasons 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.

-John Keats, To Autumn

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
as I have seen in one autumnal face

-John Donne

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is John Donne talking about the season as it applies to people? Having survived this long ... :)

Heather said...

Though I think John Donne originally intended these lines to apply to people, I believe the reason he used seasons as a metaphor for people is because of the obvious beauty of autumn.

Either way, whether he's talking about seasons or people, I think he's brilliant and I agree with him.

There is nothing so beautiful to me as a seasoned, wise woman. And no season more beautiful to me than autumn.

Richard Chamberlain said...

Yes, fall is beautiful, at least the beginning of it. The colors can be brilliant. Each season has it's beauty. I personally enjoy the newness of Spring.