Autumn Trees by Laurita A New England October can have days that seem like winter. In this poem, frost wants to put off those wintry days and keep the golden fullness of autumn. He speaks directly to October, in a kind of prayer.   October by Robert Frost  O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call To-morrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin … Continue reading →