Original photo by David E. Marlow ©2022
It's the last Friday in October.
To help with our weekend reflection, I'm sharing a bit of fall color from one of my recent runs and a poem from Robert Frost.
Let the poem prompt questions, memories, and reflection today and through the weekend.
🍁 October by Robert Frost
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.
Nice and at the same time more leaves to rake with cold, rainy and short days :) much like life with its twists and turns of the seasons and relationships. No day is all roses, the thorns are there too. We can appreciate more when it blossoms!
Fill your cup with the beauty to the brim, while you can, for it’s transient and will lose itself to the mist of winter. The mist claims it all and it is from the mist, will it reappear again. There will be new leaves, new flowers and perhaps new people to witness the green turning gold, red and purple eventually silently submitting to the destructive and regenerative process of change. So, hold on to your ‘now’ tightly, always and forever.