This weekend the clocks turn back one hour.
The best way to remember the change is this:
In spring the clocks leap forward; in autumn they fall back.
Just a few seasonal words – until I return in a week or two.
Following a trip to Jorvik and with a rejuvanated computer.
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe;
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
– William Blake, To Autumn, 1783
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.