October and Frost

October

by Robert Frost
1874-1963

O hushed October morning mild.
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this morning slow,
make the day seem to us less brief
Hearts not adverse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at the break of day;
at noon release another leaf;
One from our tree, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with Amethyst.
Slow,slow!
For the grape's sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt
with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--
For the grapes sake along the wall.


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This is so New England.
I love this season, it is so brilliant and short.
The wild astors are everywhere along the roads all shades of purple,reds and orange and yellow. I feel alive on Fall days..






































































Posted by Yvonne @ La Petite Gallery
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