How evenly the
freshly fallen pine-needles
are spread on the ground!
October 16, 1855
In all respects a
most disgusting object, yet
very suggestive.
October 16, 1856
How beautifully
the pine-needles die -- they
fall to rise again.
Birds which breed far north
arrive from those regions to
fetch the year about.
October 16, 1858
Is not man clad in
harmony with nature in
hues of Vermont gray?
October 16, 1859
New musquash-houses
conspicuous on the now
nearly leafless shores.
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| October 16, 2015 |
When I get to Willow Bay I see the new musquash-houses erected, conspicuous on the now nearly leafless shores. October 16, 1859
This clear, cold, Novemberish light is inspiriting. Some twigs which are bare and weeds begin to glitter with hoary light . . . Your thoughts sparkle like the water surface and the downy twigs. From the shore you look back at the silver-plated river. October 16, 1859
Thoughts sparkle like the water
and the downy twigs.
October 16, 1859
October 16, 1859
In this clear cold light
your thoughts will sparkle like the
silvery river.
Your thoughts sparkle like
the silver-plated river
in this clear cold light.
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 © 2009-2020
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