Tuesday, November 17, 2020

I'll Put A Trinket On


Autumn Poplars along the River Epte - Claude Monet

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.

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