Single red maples
the whole tree bright-scarlet now
against the green pines.
September 26, 1854
Single red maples
bright scarlet against green pines
now seen a mile off.
low along the meadow's edge
looking for a frog.
September 26, 1857
Coming home, the heat
of the reflected sun is
warm on my left cheek.
Bright as the real one --
heat of the reflected sun
warm on my left cheek.
Another smart frost,
making dry walking amid
the stiffened grass.
Some single red maples
are very splendid now, the whole tree bright-scarlet
against the cold green pines; now, when very few trees
are changed, a most remarkable object in the landscape; seen a mile off. It is too fair to be believed,
especially seen against the light. September 26k 1854
Single red maples
the whole tree bright-scarlet now
against the green pines.
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 © 2009-2015
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