Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Aa Book of the Seasons: September 16.

September 16.

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


Ask me for dollars
if you will, but do not ask
for my afternoons.



September 16, 2013
September 16, 2016
September 16, 2019


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? 

what makes this 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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