(no subject)
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
I fear that, in spite of everything, I may be a Romantic at heart. Autumn, especially, makes me feel like this. My writing has been more sentimental recently, which I can't seem to shake. (But on the plus side: I am writing again! It's loverly.)
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
I fear that, in spite of everything, I may be a Romantic at heart. Autumn, especially, makes me feel like this. My writing has been more sentimental recently, which I can't seem to shake. (But on the plus side: I am writing again! It's loverly.)