Not Yet Autumn

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The following poem was created by Dr. Peter Densen, a good friend, renowned physician, and avid berry picker, particularly in Maine!

Not Yet Autumn …

Not yet autumn, not quite summer.

Filtered sunlight; hazy on

tan fields – that earlier green,

moved gently at a breeze’s whim.

Nubbins where succulent raspberries once promised,

blackberries still plentiful on sandy slopes,

blueberry bushes empty and turning.

Days still warm with promise, 

welcomed by softening tar

on country road, round the turn

mist rising slowly from the slopes,

maples tinged in anticipation.

The crickets’ chorus now a lone aria.

Memories of my youth, here and now.

Not yet autumn, not quite summer.

With this poem he sent me a photograph he took of a blackberry bush...

My painting was inspired by both:

For the coming month of September I am participating in a 30-day challenge of a painting a day.  This is the kick-off for that challenge. For information about the above painting, my daily works for the challenge, and my art in general, please visit

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Ode to Autumn

Welcome to the third edition of Poetry and Painting


For this third blog I have selected a poem written by John Keats (1795-1821). It was suggested by my friend, Ellie Densen, who majored in English literature, is still an avid reader, and resides in Iowa:

                     

                                 TO AUTUMN.

                                            1.

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.

                                            2.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? 
       

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find 
   

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 
       

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; 
   

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, 
       

Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook 
           

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: 
   

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep 
       

Steady thy laden head across a brook; 
       

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, 
           

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

                                            3.

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; 
   

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn 
       

Among the river sallows, borne aloft 
           

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; 
   

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 
       

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft 
       

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; 
           

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

My painted response to this poem was a work I began en plein air in Western NC in early fall. As I recall painting it I could feel some of Keats' description of impending Autumn, especially “thy laden head across a brook”.   So I decided to go back to this piece and finish it with that sense of place and time in mind. 

For information about the above painting and my art in general, 
please visit ...

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I welcome you to sign up (under my profile in the email box) for this twice-a-month blog and share it with your friends who might be interested. AND I invite you to (continue) to send favorite photos you have taken and writings (inspiring, thought provoking, or humorous)  to me at kmeredithart@gmail.com.  

Feel free to add personal comments and links to your own images related to this posting. I would like to make this creatively interactive!