To Autumn Awe and Amazement Quotes

Autumn is the most subdued and least flashy of the seasons. That's why they call her mellow yellow... er... "mellow fruitfulness." Though we do tend to associate autumn with the color yellow.

The language dives in to the very center of the fruit, only to push outward again like a balloon. Autumn is the secret ripeness expanding from the center of things.

A granary is where grains like wheat are stored. This is the only image in the poem that seems to eroticize autumn, as her hair is blown to and fro by the wind.

The end of the poem moves from human industry to an appreciation of the deeper mysteries of the season, the ones that only the animals seem to be aware of. What are they whistling about?