Saturday, October 21, 2017

October Poetry

"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,  Nature 27 - Autumn

1 comment:

eileeninmd said...

Hello, a lovely Autumn poem! Happy weekend to you!