Poems (Dickinson)/Autumn

by Emily Dickinson

For works with similar titles, see Autumn.

For other versions of this work, see The morns are meeker than they were—.

XXVIII.

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.