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.
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.”
October, the heart of autumn.
Deep rich colors ablaze.
Soon to shed.
Bloom in reverse.
Harvest from seeds planted in spring.
Loved through the summer.
Do not wish to go back nor dread winter ahead.
Remain in this day, in this season.
Seek the beauty and purpose in each season.
Gather the harvest.
Steep in abundance.