Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Cobwebs on the grass.


A slight fog in morning. 

May 21, 2018

Cobwebs on grass 
the first I have noticed 

 one of the late phenomena of spring 
these little dewy nets or gauze 

a faery's washing spread out in the night
 associated with the finest days of the year –
 
days long enough and fair enough
 for the worthiest deeds. 

When these begin to be seen
then is not summer come?

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 21, 1854

Cobwebs on grass . . .the finest days of the year, days long enough and fair enough for the worthiest deeds. See May 24, 1854 (“The morning came in and awakened me early, — for I slept with a window open. There are dewy cobwebs on the grass.”); July 18, 1852 {"This is a fit morning for any adventure. It is one of those everlasting mornings, with cobwebs on the grass, which are provided for long enterprises.")

Is not summer come
when we see morning fog and
 cobwebs on the grass?

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, Cobwebs on the grass
A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau
 "A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
 ~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx ©  2009-2024
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