OCTOBER

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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By Robert Frost 
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As it’s the last day of October, I thought this poem fitting. Last night, when I realized this month was coming to an end, my heart was shocked. October? Gone already? My favorite month has come and gone so soon.
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But I know with every passing away, there is a coming again of something great. And then the thought of November floods and excitement fills me.
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Every thing God blesses us with is going to be far more magnificent than we can imagine. So, even though this one thing we love is no longer here, be of good cheer.
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A new month is coming. 
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-Olivia Fortner-
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