Summer... it's all I have to bring today
A bird came down the walk
A narrow fellow in the grass
Exhilaration is in the breeze
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee
A soft sea washed around the house
From all the jails the boys and girls
Autumn.... The gentian weaves her fringes
Faith is a fine invention
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
He fumbles at your spirit
Because I could not stop for death
Winter... Safe in their alabaster chambers
It sifts from leaden sieves
This is my letter to the world
The spider holds a silver ball
There's a certain slant of light
The going from a world we know
Spring... New feet within my garden go
Hope is the thing with feathers
Will there really be a morning?
The wind begun to rock the grass
A curious cloud surprised the sky
There is no frigate like a book
