Sunday, November 15, 2009

the leaf


sturgeone said...

Nature XXVII, 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.

Ree said...

Caught in the act, beautiful!

Lachezar said...

a very beautiful autumn scene!