October morning mild


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.
--Robert Frost
I know I've shared this poem here before, but it's one of my favorite poems and I love to reread it every year, multiple time a year. And since today is my birthday I can do whatever I want, right?

Off to a long day at work, as we have our FRIENDS of the Library Halloween Party in tandem with the village's Trick o' Treat night, so we'll be busy. Mom's here and my old roomie, Melissa is heading down too. Even though today's going to be a long day I get to have dinner with company and then have Halloween off to run errands for Prairie Dawn's wedding (next weekend!), and breakfast at my favorite restaurant near Sticks. Now off to pirate myself up!


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