Emily Dickinson, 1877
Emily Dickinson wrote today's poem in the fall of 1877. She, like most gardeners, was reflecting on the seasons. To Dickinson, June was sweeter and best appreciated through the amber lens of Fall.
"Summer has two Beginnings --
Beginning once in June --
Beginning in October Affectingly again --
Without, perhaps, the Riot
But graphicker for Grace --
As finer is a going Than a remaining Face --
Departing then -- forever --
Forever -- until May --
Forever is deciduous Except to those who die --"