As autumn comes it brings with it such changes in England’s countryside with sometimes subtle and sometimes glaring changes of colour in the hedgerows that poets across the ages have been inspired to put pen to paper. Thank you Thomas Hardy for – Autumn in King’s Hintock Park:(1st verse)
Here by the baring bough
Raking up leaves,
Often I ponder how
I, an old woman now,
Raking up leaves.
Thank you Keats for – To Autumn:(1st verse)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close-pbosomed 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 brimmed their clammy cells.
From classical Korean Sijo poetry this gem- thank you Kim Cheon Taek (1690)
Such white clouds and fresh blue streams all around me have me absorbed!
Autumn leaves stained in fall’s wind are more splendid than spring flowers.
Heaven’s sky has made just for me such golden light it fashioned.
Humbly I offer my short burst of autumn appreciation:
Five fat pheasants strut across the frosted lawn,
mown in concentric circles;
one brave squirrel darts and leaps, creeping nearer
to the edge of their society.
This is just part of a longer poem “Quiet Hampshire Morning”
With very best wishes for a peaceful and loving world – Denny Bradbury (Green Poet)💚