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
Ooh, I love it! Not one I’ve discovered before. Thank you for continuing to unearth gems, Penny. I’m just recovering from a tummy bug (yes, you know why), so a bit of light relief is very welcome. I’m going to copy this one for my seasonal poems file.
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You are very welcome, Juliet.
Ah . . . the gifts our little ones give us. Sorry to hear of your tummy bug and hope you are up to par soon and enjoying your emerging spring.
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Beautiful Penny, thank you for sharing .
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You are most welcome, Gerlinde.
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A beautiful description of Autumn, my favorite season!
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Mine, too Janet; the colors, the light, the crunch of leaves (though not the raking up).
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Love it…..bring on the trinkets. x
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Have my gingko leaf pin out already. 🙂
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Perfect for the season! I’ve noticed how fat the squirrels are getting. The sun is out. A beautiful fall day.
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It was a beautiful fall day, L. Marie – and right you are about the squirrels. We have quite a few walnut trees here and they are having quite an orgy cracking them open and eating the meat inside. 🙂
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Poem 28 is precise and visual as always. Love the idea of the trinket. Thanks-this was a new one for me. Another for the commonplace book!
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Precise and visual – #28 is. 🙂 It was new for me as well, Marilyn, and now you remind me to transcribe it. I would have loved being in a poetry class with you.
We’ve had an exceptionally beautiful Autumn day today. I hope you have as well.
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