October
By Robert Frost (1874-1963)
By Robert Frost (1874-1963)
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
3 comments:
Just beautiful! The photographs as well as the poem...Robert Frost is my favorite.
Beautiful, beautiful scenery. I love the autumn leaves.
Fabulous photographs, Jason!!!! And they went with the poem so wonderfully! Oh, what great views you all have in the fall--I am so jealous!
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