Monday, November 1, 2010

Gypsy 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 -


Craig Miyamoto said...

The leaves are gypsies, dressed in gay colors, moving from one place to another, to settle for a long winter's night.

wendy said...

Hey Deborah, what a lovely poem.
I loved all the imagery in that.

the rose is out of town

how cool to be able to write poetry

The Quintessential Magpie said...

Beautiful! I love that poem and the imagery, too. Perfect, Miss Bee!


Sheila :-)