Hurray, it’s October!
One of my favourites when it comes to months.
Besides being my Mom’s birth month, October endears itself to me as this is the time spring kicks into high gear.
Before people descend into winter gloom (though winters are delicious too)..
October is the time when the skies are azure like in those clear-blue skied flight calendars,
the mornings crisp,
the temperature mild,
and the breeze brisk and invigorating.
The leaves are slowly turning at the tops of trees.
Take a morning walk in October to know what I mean.
Robert Frost brilliantly rose to the occasion when he penned this poem dedicated to October…
I quote below:
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.
- Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)
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