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An Hour with Dachshunds and Keats
The first day of autumn – surprisingly cool
In this almost tropical latitude
So after a day of working outside
I sat with Keats before a brushy fire
As is my custom I read his “Ode to Autumn”
With a tumbler of – lemonade – to hand
While the little fire sang its own kind of song
And the dachshunds snuffled among the leaves
The first day of autumn – surprisingly cool
And in her rising the Evening Star blesses us
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
An Hour with Dachshunds and Keats
The first day of autumn – surprisingly cool
In this almost tropical latitude
So after a day of working outside
I sat with Keats before a brushy fire
As is my custom I read his “Ode to Autumn”
With a tumbler of – lemonade – to hand
While the little fire sang its own kind of song
And the dachshunds snuffled among the leaves
The first day of autumn – surprisingly cool
And in her rising the Evening Star blesses us
The first day of autumn.