What an ample share
of the light of heaven each
pond and lake enjoys!
October 12, 1852
Pine leaves in the woods.
The forest is laying down
her winter carpet.
October 12, 1852
Leaves fallen last night
now lie thick on the water,
concealing the shore.
October 12, 1855
Leaves fallen last night
now lie thick on the water,
like fleets of dry boats.
October 12, 1855
Homestead telegraphs
to homestead through distant elms
seen from the hilltops.
October 12, 1857
Now the club mosses --
how vivid a green above
the moist fallen leaves.
October 12, 1859
concealing the shore.
October 12, 1855
Leaves fallen last night
now lie thick on the water,
like fleets of dry boats.
October 12, 1855
Homestead telegraphs
to homestead through distant elms
seen from the hilltops.
October 12, 1857
Now the club mosses --
how vivid a green above
the moist fallen leaves.
October 12, 1859
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October 12, 2017
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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 © 2009-2019
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2019
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