Thursday, October 18, 2012

Poem: "The Morns are Meeker Than They Were" 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 sh'd be old-fashioned,  
I'll put a trinket on.