Plums
Gillian Clarke When their time comes they fall without wind, without rain. They seep through the trees’ muslin in a slow fermen…
Sonnet 73 (‘That time of year thou mayst in me behold’)
William Shakespeare That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs whi…
Japanese Maple
Clive James Your death, near now, is of an easy sort. So slow a fading out brings no real pain. Breath growing short Is just un…
To Autumn
John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load …
Autumn
John Clare I love the fitfull gusts that shakes The casement all the day And from the mossy elm tree takes The faded leaf awa…
Fall, Leaves, Fall
Emily Brontë Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering f…
This Is Just To Say
William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox. and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgi…
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