Uploaded on October 11, 2011
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
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
10.11.2023: The sun was out for this shot, but here and now, it’s a rather cloudy, somewhat dismal day, the kind of October day that always makes me think of Millinocket.