AUTUMN

~Emily Dickinson

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.

~ E. Dickinson (1830 - 1886) American Poet