Emily’s Autumn.



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.



Poem by  – Emily Dickinson

Photo by  – Alison Fielding

13 thoughts on “Emily’s Autumn.

  1. Alison, idyllic autumn photos and it’s almost as if I can hear the crisp crackle of the leaves in the sunshine. The poem is a perfect accompaniment to the photos – for my birthday I received a copy of Emily Dickinson’s ‘Hope is the Thing With Feathers’ and it is wonderful!

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