Autumn – a Poem by Emily Dickinson
Here’s a poem about the Fall that I thought you might enjoy:
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.










November 5th, 2007 at 6:54 pm
How lovely. It almost makes me wish it was Autumn at my end of the earth as well. Then again, Spring is a good time for trinkets, too.
November 5th, 2007 at 7:29 pm
The leaves changing color is beautiful here in New York. The weather’s fine. But I must admit that there’s a cold nip in the air from time to time that makes me fear the oncoming winter.
Let’s just say that, though I love the autumn, I wouldn’t exactly complain if it was springtime around here too!
September 6th, 2008 at 9:50 am
What a wonderful poem!!! I really like it!!!!
Respect!!!