A Book of the Seasons

The feathers of the willow
        Are half of them grown yellow
        Above the swelling stream;
  And ragged are the bushes,

And rusty now the rushes,
            And wild the clouded gleam. 

                        -Richard Watson Dixon

    I love a seasonal anthology, especially now as my favorite season is upon us (Autumn!).  Eve Garnett put together a sweet collection of poetry paired with her drawings.  There's something very Tasha Tudor about it.  Here is what Eve writes on the front flap:  

"English lyrical poetry is almost inseparable from English landscape, and I have always felt, for children especially, that the seasons of the year, each with its well-defined delights and restrictions, have a fundamental significance which is of the very essence of poetry."

A Book of the Seasons

An Anthology

Eve Garnett 1961