Autumn
Autumn
Poem
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.
Notes
Written by Emily Dickinson.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Image: View showing tree-tops in foreground, some in autumn foliage, with a range of greyish hills beyond a valley and intermediate hill (1870's) by Winslow Homer.
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