" Autumn the years' last and loveliest smile."
Bryant
TO AUTUMN
John Keats
"I.
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-eaves 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-brimme'd their clammy cells."
Unlike the sirens in the Odyssey, the 'Sirens of Autumn' come in the form of a plethora of rich leaf colors of magenta, crimson, and ochres, and sunflowers and sedums that have run splendiflorously amok with blooms. Unfortunately, the rocks that these 'sirens' are hiding are the gray drizzily days of winter.Until then, go ahead and embrace the 'Sirens of Autumn', because those rocks they have hidden are ultimately inevitable.
Cheers,
Laura
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