Here's the kind of thing I'm looking for on Friday:
In his ode "To Autumn," John Keats offers images of overabundance, which lead to enervation, and stasis. For all its productivity, the speaker suggests, autumn points the way to death. In the final stanza, however, the speaker finds in autumn a particular music. Combining visual and auditory impressions, the poem demonstrates the energy and even life of things as they disappear from sight.