Autumn Bliss

Autumn
by 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.

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Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

9 thoughts on “Autumn Bliss”

  1. I love Emily Dickinson as well as the orange and green in your photo today.
    It is always nice to watch the seasons change and take note of all the things that change with them.
    My maple is beginning to wear a gayer scarf. :)

    I loved that line. :)

  2. Autumn is my favorite season, and your photo captures those colors so well. We have just had our first cool spell, and I can’t wait for reinforcing cooler air to really bring that fall feeling.

    Jan
    Always Growing

    Hi Jan – I love fall, too, especially when the nights get really cool. The leaves should be spectacular here this year if their early showing is any indication.

  3. Beautiful Nancy. I love Emily Dickenson, simple and from the heart.

    Frances

    Yes, Dickinson has always been a favorite for me, too.

  4. Simple is good. You have some very nice photos, some would be just perfect for the new meme I sumbled across, Watery Wednesday…….come on by and check it out.

    Thanks, Darla — I’ll check it out!

  5. One of my favorite poems for my absolute favorite season! Thanks, Nancy!

    I had actually never read this Dickinson poem, believe it or not, and Emily is one of my favorites!

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