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.
Autumn
by Emily Dickinson
Categories: poetry
singlikewildflowers
Welcome to my blog! My name is Esther and I'm so happy you are here. I'm an avid nature photographer and a daydreaming thinker. My posts revolve around photos of nature's beauty, homeschooling adventures with my 2 kids, sporadic reflections on my child's heart condition, Bible reading reflections, gardening feats, and other mish mash things. Hopefully you'll leave encouraged, pensive, or smiling at the simple things of life. Thank you for stopping by and hope you'll find some interesting posts to read!
sing like wildflowers 
Every now and then I come across a Dickinson poem I don’t know, and this is one. Perfect!
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Oh wow, I’m so happy to hear this! This is my first time finding this Dickinson poem too. Pretty and simple.
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I’m intrigued by the photograph.
Enjoy autumn!
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Hello Norah! Sorry for the late reply. I’ve been behind.
Thank you for your comment; I like your word “intrigued.”
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