October
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
h/t Cody Jarrett
15 comments:
He's asking nature to act like a poem.
As he writes a poem.
Iowahawk
Obamaflakes - no sugarcoating! Also, those aren't raisins.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
Hey Mr Frost-
If you like the leaves so much, how about you swing by and rake my friggin' lawn.
Iggy
P.S.
If you have all that free time to stop by the woods this winter, how about shoveling my driveway too.
And don't give me any of that bullshit about miles to go before you sleep. If you hadn't taken that wrong turn you'd be home by now. There's a reason that road was less traveled.
Moron.
Iggy hatin' on the Frostman, the Igmeister, slammin' Frosty. Love it. I had Frost shoved down my throat growing up in New England. Nothing is palatable when shoved down your throat. Ask any goose.
For some strange reason I got this idea in my head that I want to train the iron cross.
There's no way in hell I'm anywhere near strong enough to do that and I've got no place to hang rings, anyway.
So here's what I did: I rigged up this thing in the basement with pulleys attached to the ceiling and ropes and handles and buckets filled with sand bags and free weights.
The prototype was ready on Sunday and I took it easy. Yesterday was Monday and I wanted to test my limits.
Right now I'm sitting at my desk at work and I feel like I'm about to die from body aches.
Mission accomplished!!!
Iggy hatin' on ol' white Frosty. Better to melt him into a brackish puddle like a wicked good witch.
Nature is a poem.
Ricpic, haiku!
Hai Karate
O hai there
Hiawatha
High jinks
High horse
Horse marines
The autumn leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold.
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sun-burned
I used to hold.
I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines
I feed my horse on corn and beans
I date young ladies in their teens
cause I'm the pet of the army
A Haiku For Deb
I woke this morning
To a dark damp dreary day --
Fuck you, October!
LOL ricpic, thanks for coming through :)
Hey, ken, I know that from Laura Ingalls Wilder books...Pa used to play it on the fiddle.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, "snow.
More fuck you haiku
From the listening wild geese
Who honk as they leave.
MamaM, if you hadn't told me I wouldn't have known it was fuku :)
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