"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."
2 comments:
I love this!!
This is one of my favorite Dickinson poems, especially the second verse. I always think of it now when I get out my fall clothes!
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