Finally, the time has come to share with you my favourite poem Septembermorgen by Eduard Mörike about my favourite season – Autumn. It is talking about on a September morning, where the woods and the fields are still dreaming, but soon you will see the Autumn – the golden world. And I, on a September morning, am anticipating the golden time of the year to arrive.
I grew up in a place where no four seasons, only summer. The first time I experienced autumn was in the year 2005 in Beijing, China. On the way from my dormitory to library was a row of ginkgo trees. In Autumn when the golden leaves fall, it was like my way to library was covered by a huge golden carpet. Since then, I always longing for autumn.
The autumn rain is the kind of calming and soothing rain. I can spend a long time just listening to the rain fall. The autumn sun is bright and comfortable warm, it is perfectly well for a long walk under the sun.
Moreover, the harvest, the ripe fruits, God’s goodness. Those are the reasons why I like autumn. There are still many more reasons, which I could not agree more with John Keats’ To Autumn. Let us read an excerpt of it:
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.
Excerpt from “To Autumn” by John Keats