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| © Lk. Waramaug from Tanner Hill |
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.
Exerpt from "October" by:
~ Robert Frost ~
How beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days.
~ John Burroughs ~
© Photograph and original music by "Lyle"
"Minuet Generator"