There seem to be so many amazing poems about Spring, but I’ve had a bit of a hard time finding good Fall poems. I went to the library last week and found Favorite Poems: Old and New, and it is full of awesome poems about all sorts of things.
Here’s one we’re learning this week. I think it’s absolutely beautiful.
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.