(Sep 2012 -- Hello
Autumn--my favorite season in Nature's Cycle.
Oh, those golden Days of Summer--now spent! Welcome cooler evenings and mellower days. The bright days of Summer are muted in shades
of pumpkin, fallen leaves, and spent blooms.
Dorothy Hazel Tarr)
[Poem #12 by
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, an American poet born 10 Dec 1830-died 15 May 1886]
The morns are meeker than they were -
The nuts are getting brown –
The nuts are getting brown –
The berry’s cheek is plumper -
The Rose is out of town.
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.
The field a scarlet gown -
Lest I should be old-fashioned
I’ll put a trinket on.
(NOTE: EMILY ELIZABETH DICKINSON is my maternal
Cousin and we share the same maternal many-great-grandfather Ensign Moses Payne. She was a solitary and very private person
that took care of her ill and aging parents in their home in Amherst, Massachusetts,
and wrote over a thousand poems and many letters to friends and family. Today, her writings are published in books
and on Internet, there are museums dedicated to her works, her family home in
Amherst is a living hub of her life, literary societies tell her story in her
words, and courses are taught in school
expounding her genius. dht)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Dickinson
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