October brings out Carrie’s hidden poet heart. She’s dusted off a favorite Robert Frost piece that speaks of the simple beauty at our fingertips this season.
I am not a fan of poetry. Ok, to be fair, I don’t really understand most poetry. But in the fall, I am filled anew with the love and spirit of the poet’s soul. Fall is everything. It is when we breathe deep and welcome in a season of crisp, fresh, and deep change. And, in Seattle, it means breathing in a certain amount of uncertainty of the potentially long and torrential months ahead.
At Stockbox, it means packing away the bright and colorful berries, rolling out the warm and familiar colors of squash, apples, pears, and greens – subtle variations on the golden hues. It is warm. It is familiar. It is nourishing. It is home.
So, in October, I may not become a poet but I embrace the poet.
Join me in celebrating Fall….
Robert Frost (from a boy’s will, 1915)
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 must form and go.
Oh hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not aversed 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.
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.