Autumn is here on Vancouver island, British Columbia

In September 1819, Keats wrote,
"How beautiful the season is now – How fine the air. A temperate sharpness about it ... I never lik'd the stubbled fields as much as now – Aye, better than the chilly green of spring. Somehow the stubble plain looks warm – in the same way as some pictures look warm – this struck me so much in my Sunday's walk that I composed upon it". The final stanza of his last great ode: "To Autumn" runs:


Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;


Later, To Autumn became one of the most highly regarded poems in the English language.

Source:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats