Thursday, August 27, 2009


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
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4 comments:

Tess said...

I love Emily Dickinson and her description is right on. Thanks...

Laurie said...

I love that poem!

barbarasaintjacques said...

Her home is some miles away down the road in Amherst. I visit it every now and then..... Emily's words are so indescribeably delicious! Thank you for posting this lovely poem.

tipper said...

Fall is on the way-love the Dickinson poem.