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Forever autumn – fruitfulness, falling leaves and a poem by Philip Larkin
I love autumn, even in these earliest days of the season. It is not just now, as I (reluctantly) accept that I am middle-aged. I have always loved the colours, smells and celebrations in the months up to Christmas. The … Continue reading →
Posted in Art, Keats, Poetry, Random musings on family life, love the universe and everything
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Tagged autumn, Barbara Pym, John Keats, Lake District, memory, Philip Larkin, Poetry, writing
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