I'll put a trinket on - a Poetry Friday post

Since I'm still jousting with the gnomes, my Poetry Friday post is up quite late. The following poem sprang to mind as I was sucking wind taking my morning walk and checking out the bustle in the hedgerow, of which I was not alarmed. The morning shadows are longer now, and some of the trees here are just starting to turn. Although you can't tell that from a distance, if you are actually walking under the trees, you can see spots starting to form as the trees begin to prepare for their long winter's nap.

Today's poem is a reprise of a poem I posted one Saturday almost a year ago. It is untitled, and it's 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.

Bonus points to anyone spotting allusions to other pop culture references in the lead paragraph. Hint: there are two.

This week's short post should help to compensate for last week's very long post about Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind".

In other poetry news: the poetry panels for the CYBILS were announced this morning. I'm delighted to be working with such a fine group of folks!