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.
Robert Frost


16 Comments on “October”

  1. The words of the poem are so evocative of the colours you used.


  2. Diane says:

    Love the lightness and colours,beautiful….


  3. Chris Rusk says:

    Your painting and the poem describe the season so well, although after reading the last few lines, I find myself unusually thirsty for ice wine.


  4. Alison says:

    Absolutely delicious! This is truly a gem Shari. I’ve been trying to sputter fall scenes with dabs of colour. It ain’t easy. This painting reveals your mastery of the medium once again.


  5. Ross says:

    I love the loose and very unfussy foliage. Are the trees really leaning like that? Is it windy?


  6. Lee Kline says:

    Your trees! Amazing what you do with such economy. I wish I were one of yuor students. do they realize how fortunate they are to have you? Probably not.


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