Inspired by Dottie’s post, and in agreement with her Emily citation:
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.
I have switched out my pink flower, and am now wearing a spray of mums and leaves.