October
By Robert Frost
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.
Nice photo. Thanks for the follow and happy trails.
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Photo gives depth to the poem, love this time of year with its amazing colours and textures. Thank you for sharing Martha xoxo
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the great Martha Reynolds.
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Fabulous photograph for a lovely poem celebrating my favorite month!
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Your photo is lovely. Reminds me of my trip to Giverney, France to see Monet’s home.
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