Saturday, September 23, 2006

On 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.
Emily Dickinson

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