Autumn
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog On Autumn ‘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 that thatch-eves run’ John Keats’ opening lines of ‘To Autumn’ picture a busy god culminating the over-brimmed ‘clammy cells’ … [Read more…]