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
2 comments:
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. :-)
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.
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