Spring belongs to the robin, confirming that frost is over. The song of the robin awakens the sleeping flowers and calls them to rise and bloom.
Summer belongs to the mourning dove, before the sun has a chance to scorch the earth and send the thunderheads into the sky. The plaintive song of the dove reflects the quiet quality of stillness and shade.
Autumn belongs to the goose, arcing across the sky in migrating flocks, searching out the right lake or pond in which to rest. The honk of the goose is a warning that dark night is coming.
Winter belongs to the crow with quick bright eyes. Each caw from the ebony sentinel promising that the dead will stay hidden in the frozen earth until the time is full and ready.