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.
by Emily Dickinson – Autumn
My garden cherub beholds fall’s dramatic show of color.
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Elizabeth WInslow said:
I love the cherub somewhat hesitantly looking up as if wondering what is occurring in his/her midst – his/her first fall? The juxtaposition of the beauty of new life (cherub) with the beauty that can be found in decay/death of autumn leaves is lovely. Too bad we rarely embrace the beauty of the autumn in our own lives.
Satin & Sand said:
Too true. Thanks, Elizabeth! Best, Joan
Edna M. Williams, MS, DC said:
wonderful photo, feeling and musings…..