by William Blake
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèd
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 fruits and flowers.
`The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.
The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.'
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
Photographs by Merisi
captured on a walk
along the Venetian Lagoon
North of Venice
22 September 2009
When I was not concentrating
on capturing the autumnal light
of wild mirabelles
in the thicket of woods along the shores,
I enjoyed the view over the Venetian Lagoon,
towards Torcello and Burano,
with Venice itself hiding beyond
in the mid-morning mist.
on a handful of these wild plums
and lived to tell you all:
They tasted like manna
Merisi, I love the idea of being able to enjoy wild fruit, based upon my childhood memory of picking tiny strawberries alongside of an elderly neighbor.ReplyDelete
Let me also tell you how tasty those sardines look.
You do keep me thinking about nature, beauty, poetry and ... food.
What a welcome quartet. xo
Nice autumn photos about the fruit trees! I like autumn, hope will last long :)ReplyDelete
Gorgeous, gorgeous colours those plums! Your escapes are always intriguing.ReplyDelete
Hello Dear Merisi,ReplyDelete
I have missed you! Real Life has been getting in the way too much lately!
I can taste the plums from my memory!! We had a little plum tree in the yard where I grew up. The blossoms smelled just delicious in the spring and my dog would sit all year long under the tree, waiting for the plums to drop so she could eat them too!!
Wishing you a wonderful day!!
Perfect pictures and bright colours to "Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers".ReplyDelete
When the fruits come in. A time of rejoicing in human history.ReplyDelete
Interesting verse and beautiful images.ReplyDelete
Time for reflection at the end of the summer as autumn begins, with fruits and harvestsReplyDelete
I'm afraid I want to say:ReplyDelete
Oh Autumn, laiden with debt crisis and flooding...
Where forth art thou oh dear old Autumn...
I should just look at the pictures and tais moi...
Mmm, mirabelles are delicious. We don't have them here, so it's always a holiday treat.ReplyDelete
A beautiful song. ;-) Lovely photos!ReplyDelete
Oh, those luminous mirabelles! The sardine looks pretty yummy too.ReplyDelete
The colours of these fruit are promising !!!ReplyDelete
Merisi - mouth watering! 8-)ReplyDelete
Laughing at Carol! What fabulous images here,,. I love the reds/greens, but especially the light you captured.ReplyDelete
Love these fall colorsReplyDelete
Thank you for the comments and the smiles you put on my face! It is always a delight to read your words, thank you and a wonderful week to all of you,ReplyDelete
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So lovely in venetian lagoon !!!!ReplyDelete
I love Torcello and Murano !
See you soon !