Ode to Autumn
John Keats 1795-1821
Yesterday was the first day that I had noticed the autumn colours this year. It had been raining heavily and all the colours in the back yard were brought alive with that vividness that wetness brings. There was a moasaic of yellow, brown and green leaves on the ground and next door a silver birch tree was a shining beacon of gold in a burst of sunlight against the grey sky. There has been some snow on the mountains so the ski resorts are hoping for a good season ahead! (The official snow season does not commence until the 'Queen's Birthday Weekend' in mid-June.)
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