Autumn to Winter

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;........ John Keats

It took two days of rain and gusty winds to blow them away...... oh I am talking about the leaves. The streets in my neighbourhood were flanked the warm gold, orange,yellow and brown of autumn and then these two dull days and pooff......... The trees are now bare and gnarled as if a giant hand has disrobed them of their fineries. The whole street looks like it has been hit by a bomb.Ostrava is getting ready for the snow ! Everything is so desolate after the warmth of the autumn colours. I wish I had Keats' words and could write an Ode to Autumn myself! How beautiful the season is--How fine the air. There is temperate sharpness about it. Really, it is chaste weather--Dian skies--the stubble-fields are yellow and dried,sometimes they look even better than the chilly green fields of the spring. Somehow, a stubble-field looks warm--in the same way that some pictures look warm.

But there is no despair for the leaves blown. Soon the snow man will come calling and everything will be covered in that woolly white sheet of pristine white. Although. the temperatures are still warm and redolent, making me want to go for a walk every day. The sun shines unwillingly somedays and very sweetly on others. And somedays are reserved for the clouds and the rain Gods. But this is the best part of the year to enjoy Nature's bounty lagourously. Everyday is like a glass of wine, smooth and sweet.