Monday, September 20, 2010

The Morns Are Meeker


(The Ballerina by Joan MirĂ³, 1893-1983,
Spanish painter, ceramist, and sculptor)

The Belle of Amherst is preparing for the gala that is 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 (1830-1886), American poet

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