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5:30 in the morning on a Wednesday. Let the cats out and stood on the steps for a while looking at the night sky. Very clear and starry. It's cool this morning and feels like fall after yesterday's humid heat. It's almost October, my favorite time of the year. Exhilirated to see a deep red leaf in the street yesterday.
Poem below was in a poetry book I had when I was a little girl. My mother used to read the book to me, and this poem was one of my favorites:
AUTUMN
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.
5:30 in the morning on a Wednesday. Let the cats out and stood on the steps for a while looking at the night sky. Very clear and starry. It's cool this morning and feels like fall after yesterday's humid heat. It's almost October, my favorite time of the year. Exhilirated to see a deep red leaf in the street yesterday.
Poem below was in a poetry book I had when I was a little girl. My mother used to read the book to me, and this poem was one of my favorites:
AUTUMN
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.
posted by MJ at 5:44 AM
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Because I could not stop for Death-- He kindly stopped for me--EMILY DICKINSON
"You read your emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost"
--Paul Simon
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