i love october don't you?

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O hushed October morning mild, 

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; 

To-morrow's wind, if it be wild, 

Should waste them all. 

The crows above the forest call; 

To-morrow 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. 

by Robert Frost (my favorite poet)

gratitude

I was complaining to a friend that it seems like all I've heard lately is bad news. I really just want to hear some good news. I was reminded today, as I was cutting roses from my garden, of a poem by my favorite poet.

A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;

And give us not to think so far away

As the uncertain harvest; keep us here

All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,

Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;

And make us happy in the happy bees,

The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird

That suddenly above the bees is heard,

The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,

And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,

The which it is reserved for God above

To sanctify to what far ends He will,

But which it only needs that we fulfil.

-Robert Frost