Put a trinket on!

I just love this poem by good old Emily, especially the trinket part - I'm sure many of you have heard before, but here it is again!

Autumn

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.

Emily Dickinson