Nature continues to give. Riots of colour, of harvest are summoned. It seems almost at will. Her palette is richer. There is a depth to everything, made deeper still by the sun beginning to hang lower in the sky, it's light denser, glowing at dawn and at twilight, enriching everything it falls upon.

Our classic poets take stock. They have seen her bounty – this act of giving – many times before. Yet, yet still it's majesty almost refuses the salute of words. Undaunted their verse is given, connections and revelations fall upon the page.

In fifty poems we take you on their inspiring journey, reflecting on the miracle of Autumn.