Emulation

"December"
By Meredith Black

O dark December night nasty,
Thy trees are casualties of cold;
Tonight's gusts, should they blow greatly,
Will claim the old.
A fox in the brush a mouse holds;
Soon he'll go to his den and dream.
Oh dark December night nasty,
Hasten the day, make the hours lean.
Make the slow day go by quickly.
Hearts earnestly covet Spring's mirth,
Give us our share; change Winter's scene.
Melt one snowfall by moon's first light;
By morning let flower buds appear;
Some below and some our trees' height.
Hurl the sun to the western sky;
Fill the land with Winter's goodbye.

Robert Frost's poem

"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 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.