A Poem for a Thursday #152

I like Robert Frost’s poetry because it is so evocative of the New England I grew up in. Autumn in Ohio has been a great disappointment so far but I am hoping this is just a bad year for fall foliage and not indicative of the typical autumns. It has been so warm that the leaves haven’t been changing much at all. For now, I’ll read Frost’s poem about October and picture the New England scenery.

O 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,
O 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 grape's sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--
For the grape's sake along the wall.

October
Robert Frost