A Book of the Seasons: November 13.

November 13.

Little birds peck at
white birch catkins and fly off
with a jingling sound.
November 13, 1852

From Fair Haven Hill
the November landscape edged
by blue mountain ridges.
November 13, 1855

Last night was quite cold,
and the ground is white with frost.
Winter approaches.
November 13, 1858 

Now for twinkling light
reflected from unseen windows
in early twilight.
November 13, 1858

In early twilight

unseen windows twinkling light

in the horizon.

November 13, 1858

The early twilight
reflects from unseen windows
in the horizon.
November 13, 1858

The early twilight --
unseen windows now twinkling
in the horizon.
November 13, 1858

November 13, 2020

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 © 2009-2021