October

                     Oh hushed October morning mild,
                     Thy leaves have ripened to the Fall.

                           Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
                                Should waste them all.

                        The crows above the forest call;
                        Tomorrow they may form and go.

 

                         Oh hushed October, morning mild

                          Begin the hours of this day slow. 

                        Make the day seem to us less brief;
                       Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away.

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow.

For the grapes 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.

 By Robert Frost.

Welcome to another beautiful October.

hugs, Deb