I don’t have a review for you today, so I’ll probably just write two reviews next week. But I didn’t want to leave you with no post today, so instead I’m going to share one of my favorite poems about fall by Emily Dickinson. I just love every poem I have read of hers, and during this time of year I feel in the mood for pumpkin spice everything and death. Isn’t that nice?
“Nature, Poem 28: Autumn” by Emily Dickinson
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.