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Early Autumn Mornings

16 September 2013 /

Autumn by Emily Dickinson

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.

The Mist and All by Dixie Willson

I like the fall,

The mist and all.

I like the night owl’s

Lonely call –

And wailing sound 

Of wind around

Fog by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

 over harbour and city

on silent haunches

and then, moves on.

Loving these beautiful, delicate early autumn mornings… :o)

May your Monday be full of peace and joy.

4 Comments

  • Carina

    16 September 2013 at 7:58 pm

    I love these photos (and the accompanying poetry), but I must confess that I am a bit jealous as it is still very hot here in Southern California! I'm longing for autumn to grace us with her presence! Thank you for letting me live vicariously through your blog! 🙂