Autumn

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 

"Welcome Autumn"

hugs, Deb  (Sierra)