Autumn

Autumn—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.

 

I love this poem.  I remember writing it across the seal of the envelope of a letter I wrote to a friend who was in college last year.  It has that wonderful, home-like sound that gladdens the heart, like warm apple cider on a windy fall day.

Yesterday, our local library book sale started!  New poetry books, new novels, and new music (rather, as a friend of mine called them, “new-to-you old books”), which are always enjoyable to read through in my free-time.

Have a restful, enjoyable weekend, and think of all the things you like most about fall.

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