Russian Autumn

RUSSIAN AUTUMN 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? Season of frost that turns the buzzing insects mute, Distant friend of the exhausted sun, which grieves And plots with him how to strip and freeze the fruit That clings still to the snowy thatch eaves! 7 October 2019 …………………………………………………………………………………. Note……….. Keats’ first verse caresses the season in England, whereas my own second verse shows the Russian climate with seasonal antipathy.