The morns are meeker than they were

A painting, and a poem by Emily Dickinson. Happy Autumn Equinox, everyone.

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

Megan

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2 Responses to “The morns are meeker than they were”

  1. Aimee E Lykins Lawson says:

    This made my day Sheila. One day very soon I will buy your art and revel in its beauty and mastery! Miss seeing you at WWS. xo Aimee

  2. Sheila says:

    Thank you, Aimee! Maybe we will see each other at the Bazaar!

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