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
4 responses to “Emily Dickinson poem “Autumn””
Every now and then I come across a Dickinson poem I don’t know, and this is one. Perfect!
Oh wow, I’m so happy to hear this! This is my first time finding this Dickinson poem too. Pretty and simple.
I’m intrigued by the photograph.
Enjoy autumn!
Hello Norah! Sorry for the late reply. I’ve been behind.
Thank you for your comment; I like your word “intrigued.”