Enjoying Autumn in Maryland
I thought I'd share this poem by Emily Dickinson about autumn. She says is with words that paint the picture.
Nature XXVII, 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.
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