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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Autumn

by Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned
I'll put a trinket on.


4 comments:

Pat Studio said...

lovely post.....and, yes, the 'rose is out of town' and replaced by colorful leaves of yellow and red and orange.....

Trillian said...

thank you for the autumn poem

Deborah said...

lovely poem for a lovely time of year

arlee said...

is that beauty berry, callicarpa??????