Now close the windows...

Now Close the Windows
by Robert Frost

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.


We leave Maine tomorrow and that sadness hangs in the air. The day is grand and unfolding, but we know it's the last and we can't quite shake that feeling. This is not our last trip up this summer, but it's the last one where we will have another 2010 trip to look forward to as we leave.