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 the hours of this day slow
Make the day seem to us less brief
Again, Frost speaks to the transitory nature of life, and the ever-changing sphere of nature. I vibe with this on a more personal level because October is my favorite month of the year. I often find myself hoping it will last forever but alas, time doesn’t stop for anyone. 

October