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To Autumn
To Autumn
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,
Drows’d 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 cyder-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 red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Crowley's in the Trunk?
When I was a teenager I cut pictures out of magazines of movies and t.v. shows and actors and bands. I collected them and hung them with posters on my bedroom walls. I still cut pictures out of magazines and tape them to the insides of bathroom and kitchen cupboards of women that make me feel good about myself, authors receiving awards, and poets who lived lives I can only imagine. There are some actresses in there, they are photographed so often. Kate Winslet for instance. I just love her and she inspires.
Then there's this little slice of space and time that I am using as a scrapbook of who I am. I wasn't just goofy as a kid. I still find things like t.v. shows to obsess over. Like Supernatural. So why not see just how kooky I can be.
Nah, you'll never get that close. I'll never get that comfortable. This is merely a glimpse.
Thank you Supernatural for feeding this silly side of me!
I Could Fall Asleep Anywhere
Apparently, as a kid, I could fall asleep anywhere.
If only I could do that now.
