“Oh, hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all …
Oh, hushed October morning mild,
begin the hours of this day slow.
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…”
- From “October” by Robert Frost