Saturday, September 26, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: September 26.

September 26.

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.


A marsh hawk circles
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.

And now is the time,
too, when flocks of sparrows scour
over weedy fields.

September 26, 2014

September 26, 2016

September 26, 2017

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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