It should be obvious by now that we LOVE the fall. It’s probably our favourite season overall. And while we love to wax poetic about it ourselves, sometimes we go to our old standbys when it comes to giving voice to how we feel about it.

This is one of our all-time favourite fall poems. We hope you enjoy it too!

To Autumn

by 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 cider-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.

Share your moments and musings!

aAs you savour the rich imagery and mellowness of John Keats’ “To Autumn,” we invite you to share your thoughts and feelings about this timeless poem. What does autumn mean to you? How does Keats’ description of the season resonate with your own experiences?

Please, take a moment to leave your comments below and join our discussion on the beauty and significance of this incredible season!

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