In lieu of a traditional audio this week, as it's been a pretty hectic one, I decided: why not do a little reading? Now, I can't read any classic spooky stories, I mean, the Halloween season rapidly approaches, and I must save them for that, but something that seems to fit every bit as well is a little bit of thematic autumnal poetry, so here we have an all-time classic from my personal favorite poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley. A somber yet hopeful and wistful reflection on the nature of the fall season. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do ♥