This one speaks for itself, but I have to say that I love the way Frost captures the alternately creeping and wild qualities of autumn.
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.
(... read the rest here, at The Poetry Foundation.)
The round up today is at Teaching Young Writers.
4 comments:
"Enchant the land with amethyst." Yes!! I am taking the longer drive to work just so I can see the leaves each day a little changed, a little fallen.
It is so true that October is the ripest of months for color.
I read this to Bella today while she was getting a snack. She didn't say anything about the poem at all, almost didn't seem to have heard. But a few minutes later she recited her own poem to me. Oh, carry on then. The Deeper Magic was at work.
Love that, Melanie. :) Andi, yes, I love to watch the changes, day by day.
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