Early autumn with a Jaguar XK8

An Autumn Scene, Walt Whitman

Lo, ‘tis autumn,
Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower
redder,
Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages with leaves
fluttering in the moderate wind,
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes
on the trellis’d vines,
(Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines?
Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were
lately buzzing?)
Above all, lo, the sky so calm, so transparent after
the rain, and with wondrous clouds,
Below too, all calm, all vital and beautiful, and
the farm prospers well.