Emily Dickinson describes the fall.

# 219

She sweeps with many-colored Brooms –

And leaves the Shreds behind –

Oh Housewife in the Evening West –

Come back, and dust the Pond!

 

You dropped a Purple Ravelling in –

You dropped an Amber thread –

And now you’ve littered all the East

With Duds of Emerald!

 

And still, she plies her spotted Brooms,

And still the Aprons fly,

Till Brooms fade softly into stars –

And then I come away-

 

 

This week’s poem features the first Dickinson poem I ever read. I read it in Elementary School.

Do you remember the first poem you read that was by Emily Dickinson? Tell me in a comment!

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