Simply Grateful

/ still a dreamer

FoggyMorning

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

6 thoughts on “Simply Grateful”

  2. A beautiful image, and poem! Our autumns here turn green with all the rain. Tree and shrub may lose their leaves, but the lichens swell and festoon the woods like grey-green tinsel, and the grass is bright green and growing.

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    • Thank you, Lavinia. The photo is from the second floor of my house and a fave of mine, too, and of course, then there’s Miss Emily. I hope you’ll find some time, if it’s not too late, to share a photograph or two of the lichens and woods – it sounds just magical!

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