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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;    Conspiring with him how to load and bless    With fruit the vines 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 gourd, and plump the hazel shells    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,    And still more, later flowers for the bees,    Until they think warm days will never cease,          For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
-To Autumn by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines 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 gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

-To Autumn by John Keats

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Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.
— Henry David Thoreau, via a paper tag from the end of the string on a Celestial Seasonings teabag I took from my office kitchen.