AUTUMN

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.

"Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay.
The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust.
Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons."
-from "The Solace of Open Spaces" by Gretel Ehrlich-

Autumn Waltz

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