Thy leaves have ripened to the Fall.
Should waste them all.
Tomorrow they may form and go.
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.
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.
Welcome to another beautiful October.