Frost...yes, the man, the place, and the temps...

So, here's a poem from Robert Frost. Today, after my regular work day, I get to go to the Frost Place, peak foliage, and teach some poems and prompts to a group of visiting middle schoolers. I am excited about the opportunity; not only do I get to spend a couple of hours in the most breathtaking places in my neck of the woods, but I get to forget (for a time) all the high drama and dudgeon of the news cycle. 

In keeping with that mood, here's one of my favorite Frost poems. I hope you like it, too.

Stay safe, hug your favorite people, and keep your eyes open.

C

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.





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