332 <br /> <br />There are two Ripenings—one—of sight— <br />Whose forces Spheric wind <br />Until the Velvet product <br />Drop spicy to the ground— <br />A homelier maturing— <br />A process in the Bur— <br />That teeth of Frosts alone disclose <br />In far October Air.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-two-ripenings-one-of-sight/
