Tag Archives: Emily Dickinson

Fall Fruit

Apples against fence

Prairie Classic!

Berries against fence

silver and red

Grapes and fall leaves

Sturdy Northern Grapes

Crabapples in a lane

Autumn Lane

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.

~Autumn, Emily Dickinson

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