To Autumn by John Keats Pt. I "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." #johnkeats #poetry #autumn #poem #lake #pond #reflection #fall #seasons #keats #forest #woods #romanticpoetry #nature #trees #vehemenceandemergence #voiceofthebard