Books, my cat and dog, faith, family. gardening. Retired. Joy.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Autumn: poem by Emily Dickinson
Autumn will soon be here.
Emily Dickinson had this to say about the season:
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.
The photo was taken by my husband Will on a trip to Connecticut in autumn.