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 from far away.
-Robert Frost
Robert Frost is very apt for October (Frost/1st frost). ;) That's an appropriately moody poem, good choice. I posted something for Muse Day.
ReplyDeleteThank you mcgregor's daughter. You musings are very apt as well.
ReplyDeleteMy muse is up as well!
ReplyDeleteVery nice indeed, Muum. Thanks for your contribution to Muse Day.
ReplyDeleteI've got my muse up too...not a long one as I am still not up to par. Love your poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining, Nancy. I'll be right over to see your selection.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jodi, for joining us once again. Your contribution is appreciated.
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