At the Cliffs I find
wasps prolonging their short lives
on the sunny rocks.
October 2, 1851
wasps prolonging their short lives
on the sunny rocks.
October 2, 1851
The fresh bright scarlet
prinos berries seen in prime
amid fresh green leaves.
October 2, 1856
The fringed gentian
has been out some time and most
already withered.
After rain and wind
each morning now is fresher
cooler and brighter.
October 2, 1858
reminds me of the season
and of the past years.
October 2, 1859
this afternoon the
sour scent of decaying ferns
reminds me of the
season and past years–
cinnamon ferns .
October 2,1859
October 2, 2014
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2015
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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