Autumn by Emily Dickinson


Autumn by Emily Dickinson

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 on “Autumn by Emily Dickinson

  1. FictionFan says:

    Lovely poem, lovely picture. Thank you! 🙂


    • You’re welcome. I was so enjoying the cool weather that, even though the trees haven’t begun to turn color yet, I wanted to acknowledge the coming autumn. I didn’t take this photo, but the trail is only a few miles from where I live.


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