OCTOBER
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 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.
-Robert Frost
Gladsome Lights 
That’s how I feel about our beautiful golden fall! Slow, please🍁I don’t have grapes, though☺️
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Another great Robert Frost poem memorized long years ago and still appreciated. I’m sorry to see October go.
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You must have had a wonderful education, GM, all these good poems you are familiar with. ❤
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I absolutely love,
“Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief”.
Blessings!
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Gosh, I never heard this one! Our leaves are floating down….
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