12 <br /> <br />The morns are meeker than they were— <br />The nuts are getting brown— <br />The berry's cheek is plumper— <br />The Rose is out of town. <br /> <br />The Maple wears a gayer scarf— <br />The field a scarlet gown— <br />Lest I should be old fashioned <br />I'll put a trinket on.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morns-are-meeker-than-they-were/
