Autumn

                                                 Ode To 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 the thatch-eaves 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.

This is the first of 3 verses of a favourite poem by John Keats about autumn,or fall.

Long haul aircrew fly in all weathers and experience the seasons in a very different way from most people.But all of us in the human family have to adjust to the changing circumstances in which we find ourselves.This is what I love about nature;there's glory to be found at every turn.

What do you love about autumn?