I have two, actually: the first is morning when the squirrels are at play and the rising light through the elm tree casts shards of crystal across the room. The second is the evening when the setting light filters through the double-front window crystals and the yard is filled with wildlife, rabbits, squirrels, birds, a possum meandering across the yard, etc. These are magical despite the season , although winter brings a scarcity of animals during the extreme cold. I guess more light through barren trees is the tradeoff.
What is your all-time favorite poem and why?