656 <br /> <br />The name—of it—is "Autumn"— <br />The hue—of it—is Blood— <br />An Artery—upon the Hill— <br />A Vein—along the Road— <br /> <br />Great Globules—in the Alleys— <br />And Oh, the Shower of Stain— <br />When Winds—upset the Basin— <br />And spill the Scarlet Rain— <br /> <br />It sprinkles Bonnets—far below— <br />It gathers ruddy Pools— <br />Then—eddies like a Rose—away— <br />Upon Vermilion Wheels—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-name-mdash-of-it-mdash-is-autumn/
