The morns are meeker than they were

Came across this piece of poetry, particularly timely, in school last week...

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.

- Emily Dickinson

(photo credit- me.)