October

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.
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;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
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.

Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915.

We leave September, and welcome a new month. And we welcome Ramadhan in its folds.

Life works in manners we can’t be certain but oftentimes we are left to hope. Frost belabors the coming of winter and the cold it brings. However, deep within his verse one seeks to understand if grapes were really his apprehension – or was he really talking about life? When one season ends and another begins, along with it comes the uncertainty of a new weather. Promises left unfulfilled as new dimensions are presented will remain unconvincingly a mere promise.

I look forward to these turbulent times, as I know, should I live to remember it - I will remember the lessons I learned and the pains I overcame. Worry not about the trepidations of life, as that is what adds color to our mundane existence.

May the seasons bring the joy and the sadness of existence and may we have the wisdom to seek the lesson it brings within and may we spend the comprehension we gained on making our lives one that conveys meaning to ourselves and those that depend on us.

And may all fast not in hunger but in humility and as I bid you well, I bid myself valediction to serenity.

Thanks Inn for the pix, it does say a thousand words!