Glorious Autumn part 2

Today I would like to share with you the first stanza from P.B Shelley's 'Ode to the West Wind'

I O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou	5
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill	10
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill;
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!

I am reading the Romantic poets at the moment as part of my course, and I happened across this today and thought it was very appropriate. There are other stanzas which make the political significance of the poem more explicit, but I think taken completely out of context this can serve as a very evocative image of autumn. 

Another photograph I took the other day.

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