Autumn sunlight in Northumberland

Autumn is one of my favourite seasons but feel a bit sad after the harvest is in and all the fields are ploughed ready for Winter sowing. This pic was taken early one morning when the sun was low, the sky was a watery blue and the fields a lovely chocolate colour. I like the old broken gate and wee Archie the schnauzer looking out, he had been chasing rabbits and was ready for home and a sausage for his breakfast.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

John Keats

Ode to Autumn