They said come skating;
They said it's so nice.
They said come skating;
I'd done it twice.
They said come skating;
It sounded nice….
I wore roller-
They meant ice.
by Emily Dickinson
332
There are two Ripenings-one-of sight-
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground-
A homelier maturing-
A process in the Bur-
That teeth of Frosts alone disclose