Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Come Sweet Fall, Come

Nature XXVII, Autumn
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

1 comment:

  1. ah these are great pictures, i love the cemetary one