On Thursday of this week, I am giving a presentation about the poet, Robert Frost. Robert Frost is to Anerican poetry what Norman Rockwell is to American art. I chose Robert Frost for my presentation because he has quite a few poems about the Fall Season....i.e. "After Apple Picking Time" and one actually called, "October." What has been said about Robert Frost is that he delights our senses with his attention to detail, and then, is known for his depth of feeling, and the wisdom his poems evoke. His themes are universal, tapping into the joys, delemas, ponderings and the challenges we all experience. I would like to share Robert Frost's poem called "October" and ask that you share any ideas about the themes that  lie just below the surface of this poem. I think I know what he is talking about here. 

OCTOBER

Oh hushed October morning mild
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call,
Tomorrow they may form and go
Oh hushed October morning mild 
Begin the hours of this day slow
Make the day to us seem less hurried
Hearts not adverse 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 from far away
Retard the sun with gentle mist
Enchant the land with amethyst
Slow! Slow!
For the grapes sake, if this were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost
For the grapes sake, along the wall. 

What do you think " the grapes" might represent?