Tuesday, October 17, 2006

My Favorite 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.
- Emily Dickinson, Nature 27 - Autumn