“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
What a beautiful poem ! I used to enjoy Emily Dickenson’s poetry a lot.
Susie
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She is one of my favorites.
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