Ode to October

“October” by Robert Frost

(from A Boy’s Will, 1913)

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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29 thoughts on “Ode to October

  1. atimetoshare.me

    I love that poem and this time of year. Autumn is like getting close to the end of a life in a way. Everthing is showing off for its final hurrah. Then comes the winter. Still each season is a gift from God and His glory is displayed in so many different ways.

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    1. What a beautiful response, Kathy. Each season is indeed a gift. And each one holds such a beauty. It is my favorite time. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. And right now I reminisce about all of my favorite things I use to do this time of year in the past. Many I want to still do and try to find people and time to do so while I still can. Time is precious. You and Paul take care please!

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  2. I for one can not keep up with new holiday celebrations. But I figure most are not worth my bother.
    Now ‘Breast Cancer Awareness’ is a different story all together. The we become aware of this
    disturbing illness the lives could be saved. Thank you for this great post Karla. hugs, Eddie

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    1. Thank you, Pam. That is so kind to say. This may sound strange, but it’s here, in this space, where I feel most like me and the most encouraged. So thank you so much for being a light to me too! 💚🤍


    1. I’m rocking and a rolling, Mark. My book came in. And now the hard part~marketing! Oy vey! It’s hard for me to market. I don’t like self-promotion. My wish is for every child in Missouri to find some great history and facts in my little book. I’m off to a good start. But it’s new learning and I’m trying not to eat the elephant in one bite! I hope you two have the most amazing sports-filled and fun weekend!


      1. Marketing should be fun, especially for a project you love that means so much for an important segment of our world, Karla! (I mean it. My job of communications specialist for the library includes quite a bit of marketing about the importance of reading to all age groups.) You can do it, I am sure. Congratulations again on your book!!!

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  3. Jean McDonald

    Your poem really hits a place in my heart that needed to be lifted up & a reminder how blessed I really am! Having been really struggling to be positive & not allowing the negative part of me take over my life. I am now thinking of being planted & reexamining my goals & desires in my life. Haven’t been able to travel this year hopefully next year. Take care dear friend & congrats on your launching! 💕🙏💖💝☕💙

    On Fri, Oct 1, 2021 at 5:55 PM Flannel with Faith wrote:

    > K.L. Hale posted: ” “October” by Robert Frost (from A Boy’s Will, 1913) 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 O” >


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