It's Almost Fall!

I can feel it in a sly, undertone of autumn crisp - when even the humid, still breezes have that certain promise - a preview scent of fall leaves?  Crisping in the sun?  A flicker of a cooler scent underlaying Indian Summer?  I can't describe it any better than this, but someone else certainly has.

TO AUTUMN 
by John Keats 

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him (Sun; took me a minute, too) how to load and bless
With fruit the fines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the ground and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they (bees) think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.    

I skipped a bunch, finding this a fitting  -

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 stubbled plains with rose hue.  

He did go on at some length which you can easily find via Google, but in truth, the very first line is what I think of every year at this time of the year.  My favorite season when the light, too, is crisper, the shadows starker, the beams of sunlight brighter … I love fall and hope that you find pleasure in it, too.  

Hmmm possibly a Fall Festivus???