Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild,
should waste them all.
To-morrow they may form and go.
O 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;
One from our trees, one far away;
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.
"Begin the hours of this day slow," says Frost to October.
But, I say to you, if it's too late for you to begin slow,
take a moment to pause now, mid-day,
evening,
moonrise.
Slow, slow...pause.
Breathe. HumminB.