walt whitman

My subconscious made up a poem the other night that was ostensibly by Walt Whitman. It was about seasons, with a stanza for each month (although I think I only read up to March or so before I got interrupted by something I can't remember). This dream poem thing has happened before, but I can never remember them in the morning, so I guess I'll never know if my subconscious is a good poet or not.