The name of it is “Autumn”

The name of it is “Autumn” (but it’s almost “Winter...!!!)


The name—of it—is "Autumn"—
The hue—of it—is Blood—
An Artery—upon the Hill—
A Vein—along the Road—

Great Globules - in the Alleys ...
And Oh, the Shower of Stain....
When Winds, upset the Basin...
And spill the Scarlet Rain...

It sprinkles Bonnets — far below...
It gathers ruddy Pools....
Then...eddies like a Rose—away....
Upon Vermilion Wheels....
 
.......Emily Dickinson