Saturday Poetry Corner: October

 

"The uncompromisingly righteous shall be glad in the Lord and shall trust and
 take refuge in Him; and all the upright in heart shall glory and offer praise."
(Psalm 64:10)

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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.

"October"
(1913)
Robert Frost
(1874-1963)
American poet