Edel Sanders

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.
Slow, slow!

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.

🍂 Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. Mystically, I came upon this poem today. Our home and my heart had embodied his words throughout the week even though today is the first time I read it.

🍇 Our grapes are indeed fading, while their leaves are becoming gems of brilliant rusty hues, as though passing on the torch. 🍁

🙏 Time indeed moves onward. Let's embrace the dreams that still have hope and may we find peace with the thought that some may never live.

🎥 All of the photos were taken this morning and at dusk yesterday.

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