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Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Poem about October - for October, named... October :)

Hello there!

Autumn is among us.
Unlike majority of my friends (and familiy members) I rather like this season. I love to see and feel the colorful changes in nature, the chill on my cheeks in the morning and the air overwhelmed with divine smells of cinnamon and apple pies.

The eighth month in the old Roman calendar, October retained its name (from the Latin octō meaning "eight") after January and February were inserted into the calendar that had originally been created by the Romans.

Robert Frost (from A Boy’s Will, 1915)

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.

I am looking forward to so much this season- baking delicious treats, cooler temperatures, the leaves changing colors, and most of all, just spending time outside and taking it all in. This fall, I want to take full advantage of it all before I blink again and it’s "Hello 2015."

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