A painting of Autumn (Patreon)

I love the fitfull gusts that shakes The casement all the dayAnd from the mossy elm tree takes The faded leaf awayTwirling it by the window-paneWith thousand others down the lane

I love to see the shaking twig Dance till the shut of eveThe sparrow on the cottage rig Whose chirp would make believeThat spring was just now flirting byIn summers lap with flowers to lie

I love to see the cottage smoke Curl upwards through the naked treesThe pigeons nestled round the coat On dull November days like theseThe cock upon the dung-hill crowingThe mill sails on the heath a-going

The feather from the ravens breast Falls on the stubble leaThe acorns near the old crows nest Fall pattering down the treeThe grunting pigs that wait for allScramble and hurry where they fall

"Autumn" by John Clare