confetti of colored leaves
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.
- Robert Frost
what a nice poem
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I love Robert Frost. Always have. Thanks.
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ReplyDeleteI think Robert Frost really understood Fall! This is really a nice one. By the way, don't rake those leaves, they look too pretty on the ground.
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Oh wow,
ReplyDeleteIt takes a tender heart such as yours to truly appreciate the tenderness in these words.
Light and peace, M
Same here....
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and blog in general.
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Don't you just love the fall colors that bloggers are putting out.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem and your remembrance of your father
so lovely ...
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