A Gayer Scarf – Wyeth Walk #175
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.
Sat on the trail this morning listening to a flock of birds fly over and land in the treetops above me. The water drops and acorns they shook from ahigh rained around me. A chill in the air and this newly turned leaf singing of the changing tide of seasons.
(We learned just recently that NC Wyeth highly admired the work of Emily Dickinson)
September 12, Chester County PA, temp 63F