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.