To Autumn by John Keats

The summer has gone. It is official. The days will be cooler, the nights arrive earlier, the mornings will make you want to pull the covers over your head.

But you can wear sweaters, have warm soup, bonfires in the garden.  And the colors of the leaves.

In honor of the autumn solstice a wistful look by a great poet.

To Autumn

-John Keats 1819