In Thy Dull Days Of Clouds A Pleasure Comes

To Autumn

Come, pensive Autumn, with thy clouds and storms
And falling leaves and pastures lost to flowers;
A luscious charm hangs on thy faded forms,
More sweet than Summer in her loveliest hours,
Who in her blooming uniform of green
Delights with samely and continued joy:
But give me, Autumn, where thy hand hath been,
For there is wildness that can never cloy -
The russet hue of fields left bare, and all
The tints of leaves and blossoms ere they fall.
In thy dull days of clouds a pleasure comes,
Wild music softens in thy hollow winds;
And in thy fading woods a beauty blooms
That’s more than dear to melancholy minds.

--John Clare (1793-1864)


"In thy dull days of clouds a pleasure comes" I love that. It's so--Yoda.


  1. Beutiful images and a wonderful poem to celebrate the beauty of Autumn.
    xoxoxo ♡

  2. That's a beautiful image of the brown hillside with the hemlock(?) in the foreground. I want to be there.

    Thank you, for once again enhancing my appreciation of a beautiful poem with your evocative illustrations.

  3. Thanks dianne!
    Thanks MulchMaid!

    I think the foreground tree is my neighbor's Cedrus deodara. The thing about that hillside is the very first blush of green from autumn rain, quite a notable event here in semi-arid land.

  4. That's your VIEW? I'm speechless with envy.


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