Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Bear Tales...Autumn

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.

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