A Poem For Autumn
Thinking about the 4 seasons, Autumn really is the season of change as noted by the Tao. Winter is a time of rest and restoring. Spring brings rebirth and renewal and new hope. Summer is the time of fullness and maturity. Then comes Autumn when everything begins to change and sets the stage for that which is to come.
As I’ve written a few times, Autumn is a favorite time of year. I love the vibrant colors, the wonderful smells of spices wafting from baked goods, mulled cider, wood stoves, leaves crunching under foot, et al. Following is Emily Dickenson’s delightful poem about Autumn that caught my fancy.
“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.”
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