The year is but a succession of days,
and I see that I could assign some office to each day
which, summed up, would be the history of the year.
Henry Thoreau, August 24, 1852
October 20, 2018
Think not your journey
to the mountantop is lost
that you have no glass.
October 20, 1852
Beautiful they go
painted of a thousand hues,
oak maple and birch.
Merrily they go
scampering over the earth,
selecting their graves.
October 20, 1853
Agreeable to me
the scent of the withered leaves,
the year, passing away
October 20, 1855
Do not think the
journey to the mountaintop is lost
that you have no glass.
#Thoreau October 20, 1852
The black birch in this
grove is in the midst of its fall,
perfectly yellow.
But these tinted leaves
wilt and fade on your way home,
even in your hat.
Their fleeting colors
must be seen on the tree,
or under it.
The black birch in this
grove is in the midst of its fall,
perfectly yellow.
But these delicately tinted leaves will wilt and fade even in your hat on your way home
But these tinted leaves
wilt and fade even in your
hat on your way home.
Their colors are very fugacious . They must be seen on the tree or under it .
Their fleeting colors
must be seen on the tree
or under it.
How pleasant to walk
over beds of these fresh, crisp,
rustling fallen leaves.
Merrily they go
scampering over the earth,
selecting their graves.
Sunrise looking west:
conical mountain shadow
rapidly contracts.
October 20, 1854
Agreeable to me
the scent of the withered leaves,
the year, passing away.
October 20, 1855
conical mountain shadow
rapidly contracts.
October 20, 1854
Agreeable to me
the scent of the withered leaves,
the year, passing away.
October 20, 1855
Apples all gathered.
Only ladders here and there
lean against the trees.
October 20, 1857
Wind and rain and frost
and heat all have to do with
the fall of the leaf.
October 20, 1858
Beggar’s-ticks adhere
to your clothes shot into you
by unnoticed foes.
finger-cold as I come home,
hands find their pocket.
October 20, 1859
A straggling flock of
migrating crows contends with
the strong northwest wind.
October 20, 1859
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There is one advantage in walking eastward these afternoons, at least, that in returning you may have the western sky before you. October 20, 1858
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A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2018
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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