Sunday, October 3, 2010

Farewell Summer

Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915.

30. October

O HUSHED October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow 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.

Autumn is indeed here.
There is no disputing that. Nature tells us it's time.
The leaves are slowly changing, the days are shorter,
and the air is brisk, clean, and refreshing.
Our attentions will likely be turning indoors as we prepare
for the season's festivities, however you observe them.
Enjoy the fruits this season brings.