beautiful autumn

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.

It's oh-so-quiet in the Burrow....

There is not much a-happening in the burrow at the moment but I have finished the woodland bunny. Here he is....

I'm doing some small autumnal-themed projects as well, which I'll show when finished.

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