As I pass the neighbor's old red barn,
the smell of dried hay is as sweet as honey.
Pumpkins and cabbages and smoky hubbard squash lie in the garden.
Blue smoke rises from a pile of burning cornstalks.
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness," Keats called it, and also, "Think not of spring, thou has thy beauty too."
- #GladysTaber
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