Perhaps no one has ever captured the sights, sounds and abundance of autumn so beautifully than Romantic poet John Keats. Composed in 1819 when he was 23, To Autumn is regarded as one of the most perfect short poems in the English language (1st stanza reproduced below).
This month we pay tribute to Autumn with the second coin in our Australian Seasons series. Depicting a native possum against a background of seasonal colours, we think it’s another wonderful depiction of Autumn, from a uniquely Australian perspective.
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-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed 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’erbrimmed their clammy cells.
What's your favourite season?