First Day of Autumn
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
Robert Frost.
Actually Robert Frost also provided me with one of my favourite quotes which I used to have a copy of displayed on the wall behind my desk at work:
"The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office. "
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or even...one of my favourites...except I can never not giggle at 'for [the] grape's sake'... October:
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow 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.
Re quotes:
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."...and when you read what happened to his family (early death, ilnesses etc) it makes you want to...write poetry!
All this poetry is a bit much for me. For me, this time of year is best descibed by The Kinks "Autumn Almanac"
Have you noticed how different the mornings smell? No, must just be me then.
And who doesn't like the smell of leaves burning on a sunny autumn afternoon?
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