The ones that disappeared are back
The Phoebe and the Crow
Precisely as in March is heard
The curtness of the Jay —
Be this an Autumn or a Spring
My wisdom loses way
One side of me the nuts are ripe
The other side is May.
Emily Dickinson
Indian Summer
The ones that disappeared are back
The Phoebe and the Crow sing
Precisely as is heard in March
The curtness of the Jay —
I am confused
If this be an Autumn or a Spring
Looking at one side, the nuts are ripe
At the other side, flowers bloom.