Tuesday, October 16, 2012

A Poem for Autumn



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 of scarlet gown.


 Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on. 

                                                                                              Emily Dickinson



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