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 [...]
Dear March—Come in—How glad I am—I hoped for you before—Put down your Hat—You must have walked—How out of Breath you are—Dear March, how are you, and the Rest—Did you leave Nature well—Oh March, Come right upstairs with me—I have so much to tell— I got your Letter, and the Birds—The Maples never knew that you [...]
Sound the flute!Now it's mute!Birds delight,Day and night,Nightingale,In the dale,Lark in sky, -Merrily,Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year. Little boy,Full of joy;Little girl,Sweet and small;Cock does crow,So do you;Merry voice,Infant noise;Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year. Little lamb,Here I am;Come and lickMy white neck;Let me pullYour soft wool;Let me kissYour soft face;Merrily, merrily [...]
Winter is the king of showmen,Turning tree stumps into snow menAnd houses into birthday cakesAnd spreading sugar over lakes.Smooth and clean and frosty white,The world looks good enough to bite.That's the season to be young,Catching snowflakes on your tongue!Snow is snowy when it's snowing.I'm sorry it's slushy when it's going. Ogden Nash.
https://videopress.com/v/Yc4m2hes?autoPlay=true&controls=false&loop=true Life can be the Sunshine. Life can be the sunshine, On peaceful days with bright blue skies, Or life can be the raindrops, That fall like tears squeezed from you eyes, Life can be the heaven, That you'll only reach through hell, Since you won't know that you're happy, If you've not been sad [...]
One of the most famous poems of Spring from the gorgeous Lake District. Image from Canva. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, [...]
Something a little different this week. Just add cake! A Poem for Tea. When the world is all at odds, and the mind is all at sea.Then cease the useless tedium, and brew a cup of tea.There is magic in its fragrance, there is solace in its taste.And the laden moments vanish, somehow into [...]
To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain’d his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as [...]
On a Lane in Spring. A Little Lane, the brook runs close besideAnd spangles in the sunshine while the fish glide swiftly byAnd hedges leafing with the green spring tideFrom out their greenery the old birds flyAnd chirp and whistle in the morning sunThe pilewort glitters ‘neath the pale blue skyThe little robin has [...]
The Brook. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To [...]
Foxglove and Bee 