"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."
by Emily Dickinson
Sparks Lake, Oregon 2012
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."
by Emily Dickinson
Sparks Lake, Oregon 2012
One of Emily's happier poems! (She's a favorite of mine.)
ReplyDeleteI love Emily Dickinson's poetry - and this one is just right for the season! The roses in my yard haven't quite left town yet!
ReplyDelete~Adrienne~
Love it!, thanks for the share... I memorized this poem in third grade ( well over 40 years ago) and the dance of God's colors every year brings it to mind..... I just can't help myself!
ReplyDeleteHugs!
My roses have bloomed. It'll be the last blooming and oh how glad that I am that they didn't get bit by the frost. Emily was so good with metaphors.
ReplyDeleteBrandon's photos have been beautiful lately.
ReplyDeleteThere is still a bit of color left in the garden, but soon the rose will leave town here too.