Seeking a lost poem
 

Hi All,
It's been forever since I've been on this forum. I wonder if any old timers can help me remember a poem. I love this poem. It's stuck with me. I don't know that it's ever been published, and I don't know the author or the title, but I would call it Widow's Walk and maybe that's right. I've forgotten a line, so I hope someone can provide it:

Here's what I remember

They say that it is meet
To write of what we know
And so, in Summer, wheat
And so, in Winter, snow.

But in field-clearing time in Spring [this line is wrong, but that's the gist]
And when clouds come in the Fall,
She twists a right-hand ring
When no words come at all.

Help if you can.
Much appreciated

deleted Oct 2022

My memory may be completely off, so unless someone else can confirm it, don't take my word.

I recall seeing this poem very, very early in my Sphere participation, which would make it in 2006. I also think I recall that it was posted by someone who was later exposed as a troll.

So as not to risk wrongly accusing someone, I'll message you with a name.

And if my memory is just utterly wacko, I hope somebody will correct me.