It’s officially Autumn! Let Buy Adipex Usa merrily tap your eardrums with sounds of leaves changing color, fires starting to crackle, and the static, cozy pull of a sweater o’er the head.
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.
– From “To Autumn”
John Keates (1820)