Well, one day ago it was Random Acts of Poetry Day and a friend sent this to us:
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.
A sweet autumn poem, no?
I have to go find a trinket….
That poem definitely says autumn!
The rose is out of town…love that. Wonder where it went? Maybe south…
Love the poem…….it is a reminder that seasons change but there’s sweetness in every changing leaf and every cool morning. Beauty is all around us.
Hugs, Pam (and Teddy too!)
Yes, yes, beauty in drops of rain and snow too.
What a lovely poem, Loulou. Thanks for sharing.
Well, thanks to Ms Dickinson…a brilliant poet.
That is a nice poem to celebrate all things autumn.
Mama loved “The rose is out of town”…
A delightful autumn poem, Loulou!
Well, Miss Emily was the BEST!
Well, mama and papa are “out of town”, haha…Hope they get their leaves back soon.
That was a really good poem Loulou. Thanks for joining our Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!
Well, that Ms Dickinson was a wordsmith for sure.
That is a beautiful poem. I love fall. XO
Well, Ms Ellen, this autumn for you and David is melancholy, but we hope you can be comforted by autumn’s sweet air and beauty. We are so sorry for your loss of beautiful Drake.
Sweet thoughts in that poem !
Yes, and so few words to say so much. Good poetry.