Of all of Robert Frost’s poems, I love Road Not Taken the best. But for today, I think October fits well. Our Kentucky weather is transitioning right on time, so though these scenes are not mine, our trees are similar in color.

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened into 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 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.

May your week be blessed and you less stressed, as you enjoy what this season has to offer. It is but a season after all, short in length, a feast for the eyes. It’s sweater-time!

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