Shadow transits rock
from Cliffs eight or ten in sight--
such a day for hawks.
I detect the hawk
by his shadow on the rock
and look to the sun.
How he soars and sails
circling higher and wider--
how light he becomes.
How beautiful his
repose on the air in the
moment overhead.
A kite without strings.
The season for hawks.
September 16, 1852
The pond like the sky
a border of whitish clouds
in the horizon.
September 16, 1852
Along the roadside
little flocks of chip-birds show
their light undersides.
September 16 1854
Where is the boy that flies them?
Are not the hawks most observed at this season?
what makes this a day for hawks?
what makes this a day for hawks
I detect the hawk
by his shadow on the rock
and look to the sun
how he soars and sails
circling higher and wider--
how light he becomes
how beautiful does
he repose on the air
the moment overhead
while one is circling
this way another circles that
like kites without strings
where is the boy that
flies them this season – what makes
this a day for hawks?
How he soars and sails
circling higher and wider.
How light he becomes.
How beautiful does
he repose on air in that
moment overhead.
A kite without strings.
Where is the boy that flies him?
The season for hawks.
in the horizon.
September 16, 1852
Along the roadside
little flocks of chip-birds show
their light undersides.
September 16 1854
Ask me for dollars
if you will, but do not ask
for my afternoons.
Where is the boy that flies them?
Are not the hawks most observed at this season?
what makes this a day for hawks?
A kite without strings –
Yesterday rain. What makes this
such a day for hawks?
eight or ten in sight?
September 16, 1852
I detect the hawk
by his shadow on the rock
and look to the sun
how he soars and sails
circling higher and wider--
how light he becomes
how beautiful does
he repose on the air
the moment overhead
while one is circling
this way another circles that
like kites without strings
where is the boy that
flies them this season – what makes
this a day for hawks?
How he soars and sails
circling higher and wider.
How light he becomes.
How beautiful does
he repose on air in that
moment overhead.
A kite without strings.
Where is the boy that flies him?
The season for hawks.
Yesterday it rained all day. What makes this such a day for hawks? There are eight or ten in sight from the Cliffs, large and small, one or more with a white rump. September 16, 1852
They are out by families
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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