Monday, September 22, 2008

A Poem For the First Day of Autumn

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)


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.

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