Frequently The Woods Are Pink, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Frequently the woods are pink,
    Frequently are brown;
    Frequently the hills undress
    Behind my native town.

    Oft a head is crested
    I was wont to see,
    And as oft a cranny
    Where it used to be.

    And the earth, they tell me,
    On its axis turned, —
    Wonderful rotation
    By but twelve performed!