Clarity & Dad's Ode to Autumn

As my dad wrote, Keats pretty much said it all in his poem "To Autumn" - here's verse 1.

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.   

Autumn was his favourite season and this is his homage to Keats written in the 1970s

Autumn (by J.E. Fellows)

I recently wrote my own Autumn-themed poem. It's a follow-on from my earlier poem "Cumulonimbus" and ties in with World Mental Health awareness day which was last Tuesday.

Clarity

The blackness has lifted
and with fresh untainted eyes
I see, with utter clarity,
the dust beneath my feet,
the scudding clouds,
a falling leaf, all carried
by the Autumn gale;
just as we are propelled by
forces beyond our control
to our unknown destination.