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.
Robert Frost, October
4 comments:
Ok - So I must not have paid attention in my English class, but I had never heard of that poem. It's beautiful - so Robert Frost. I think reading your blogs is one of my favorite things to do in my old age. You both write so well - Tell Mike I loved adding to my vocabulary as well as looking at the menu..........Basil Ice cream? Does that sound yucky? I would have to be convinced!
xoxoxoMom
I like Robert Frost. :)
oh, and by the way- I HAVE had jonagolds. (is that what they are called?) I picked up my favorite apple at the grocery store the other day...and sure enough...it was a jonagold. great minds think alike, I guess.
Yes, jonagolds... I love them. We drove up to West point last weekend and bought some more... yummy.
It is no surprise that you like them as well. :)
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