Autumn – a Poem by Emily Dickinson

Here’s a poem about the Fall that I thought you might enjoy:

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.

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5 Responses to “Autumn – a Poem by Emily Dickinson”

  1. cerebralmum Says:

    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.

  2. Lisa Says:

    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!

  3. lomby Says:

    What a wonderful poem!!! I really like it!!!!

  4. aaron Says:

    Im pretty sure this whole thing is just well disguised sexual inneuendo

  5. Chris shepherd Says:

    I love this poem. Thanks for publishing it.

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