Friday marks the first day of Autumn, you know. Appropriately enough, on this day {September 19th}, in 1819, John Keats penned his Ode to Autumn.

In a letter he explains his inspiration: “How beautiful the season is now–how fine the air. A temperate sharpness about it. Really, without joking, chaste weather–Dian skies–I never liked stubble-fields so much as now–Aye better than the chilly green of the spring. Somehow, a stubble-field looks warm–in the same way that some pictures look warm. This struck me so much in my Sunday’s walk that I composed upon it…”