Hushed October morning mild


Oil on canvas, 35x45cm framed

This was painted on one of those unbelievable Autumnal mornings that urge you outside. It is looking up a slope towards Queensmere pond on Wimbledon Common where the sun pours down the slope in the morning. I wanted to capture the purples and blues contrasting the golden colours of October. The title of the painting comes from this Robert Frost poem.


O 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.

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.




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