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Autumn

No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace

As I have seen in one Autumnal face.”
- John Donne (17th Century England)


Winter
"He stood still, and loved it. Its beauty was paralyzing beyond all words,
all experience, all dream."
—Conrad Aiken, "Silent Snow, Secret Snow"


Spring
The fawn was very shy and small
Who had bright white dots on its fur
When finally he could stand up tall
He could walk and stand steadily and sure
The forest awaited this newborn fawn
And welcomed it gratefully, at the first light of dawn
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Summer
Eyes of brown and tail of white,
and leaping bounds with muscles tight;
and grazing meadows mid the wind,
that blows the grass like ocean's kin.

Walking through the forest deep,
while feeding on the moss of green;
and rubbing antlers yet not weened,
and licking coat of velvet sheen.

The deer, so graceful, seldom seen.
-William Elliot, The Deer