πŸπŸƒπŸ‚OctoberπŸπŸƒπŸ‚

The Autumn season cold chill in the air, frosty windows, dark am mornings and a slow weaving of fall foliage throughout New England. One of my favorite childhood poets Robert Frost’s poem October is befitting for these Autumn days and nights:

πŸπŸƒπŸ‚ 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 lostβ€”
For the grapes’ sake along the wall. πŸπŸƒπŸ‚

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