The Soft-Dying Day



Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
        Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
        And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;

~John Keats, lines from “To Autumn”



One thought on “The Soft-Dying Day

  1. Emily, Thank you! Just what I needed on this difficult day, a little softness, a little perspective,
    different eyes. Bless you!


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