Monday, September 26, 2005


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.

Emily Dickinson
Image: 'Autumn' John W Godward


Mark said...

That's a very appropriate one; it's just starting to feel sort of like autumn in Maryland, too.

And it's "Dickinson," by the way. :-)

Filia Dei said...

Yoowps. Duly noted. I hope you are being well paid to be my editor.

But then there's only so much sanity you can expect from a girl that goes around with red leaves threaded into her hair.