Campsite we stayed at recently in Vermont, or was it New Hampshire?
They are all kind of starting to run together.
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste the 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.”
- October
by Robert Frost
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