November 17, 2019
The season when plants
put forth fresh radical leaves
against a new spring.
Fish hawk hovering
(a raw cloudy afternoon)
looking very large.
The first snow falling
just after dark when my hands
uncomfortably cold.
The manifold ways
at this season that light is
reflected to us.
looking to sunlight
on pale-brown bleached fields these days
as to a wood-fire.
These days looking lo
sunlight on pale-brown bleached fields
as to a wood-fire.
November 17, 1858
A myriad of
surfaces are now prepared
to reflect the light.
November 17, 1858
Windows now reflect
the setting sun more brightly
than other seasons.
Looking toward the sun.
a glowing warm brown red
andromeda swamp
These tawny-white oaks
by color and character
cougars among trees.
November 17, 2018
Another Indian-summer day, as fair as any we've had. November 17, 1859
November 17. 2018
November 17, 2015
November 17, 2018
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2020
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
No comments:
Post a Comment