Kentucky’s Fall Colors Shine Brightly
Kentucky’s fall colors are gorgeous right now. Yesterday I was coming home from an errand and the sky was dark gray but every once in a while the clouds would break and the sunlight would hit the trees and it was breathtaking!
I would drive a little bit and then pull over and make some more pictures. It took me awhile to get home!
I love the four seasons and I’m so happy I live somewhere that I get to experience all of them! I love all the seasons but I have to say Kentucky’s fall colors make autumn my favorite!
Kentucky’s Fall Colors
This is the view from my back door. The light was just hitting the hill on the horizon. What’s fall like where you are?
Are you familiar with John Keats poetry? I thought I’d share this with you in case you haven’t read it. It was published in 1820 and is probably the most well known poem about fall.
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,
Drowsed 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 redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Have you ever read it before? Are you a Keats fan?
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