Red leaves, swirling winds and Autumn poems

I have chatted about many forms and genres of art but I have never mentioned poetry. Today the air finally had a bit of a crackle and crispness, it finally felt a bit like Autumn. It feels right to post two short poems by famous authors.

Autumn  by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

(and since we live in New England, Robert Frost was pretty much a “must.”)
October by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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 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.

Pumpkins - Botanical Beauties Beasties©
Pumpkins - Botanical Beauties Beasties©

See you all on Friday!