To Autumn 

What a lovely day to be out and about in London Town!  The leaves are turning, glowing softly in the low morning sun. The thermometer read 11°C but it felt mild and comfortable.

It’s on days like this that my O Level English Literature quotations crowd back into my mind: “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, close bosom-friend of the mmm-mmm-mmm sun”. Well, OK not the whole quotation, eh?

Even so it prompted me to look it up. (Ah there should be an Ode to the Internet!). Reading a poem is a pleasant thing to do on a bus on Shaftesbury Avenue.

The BBC has it here if you wish to enjoy the whole poem and (Poem of the Week) tells me it was written on 19 September 1819 so a very timely poem.