dinsdag, oktober 13, 2009


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 opmerkingen:

Pat Studio zei

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

Trillian As zei

thank you for the autumn poem

Deborah zei

lovely poem for a lovely time of year

arlee zei

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