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
Through rose tinted glasses. 
Beautiful photo
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Thank you and thankyou for visiting.
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Your welcome
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My roses are out of town, too, except for one more “last rose of summer” against the back fence, now dark with early morning rain.
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I did think it was a lovely poem worth sharing. Enjoy the last moments of your last rose.
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Beautiful 💗
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Thanks Lisa, there are still lots of leaves that havent changed colour yet but its certainly beginning to look amazing.
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Very beautiful.
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Thank you, isn’t autumn wonderful.
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Yes! My favorite time of year! Peace.
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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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Ah I hope you enjoy looking through it. I have it on my kitchen windowsill and often just flick through to find a poem that links in with life at that moment. Autumn is certainly becoming beautiful.
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Lovely poem Alison. Glad you kept writing poetry. You seem to enjoy it so much, and you are doing a good job too. Keep well my friend.
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