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
