A Book of the Seasons: November 18.

November 18.

Rejoice there are owls––

the roominess of nature.

This world where owls live. 

November 18, 1851

A man can hardly 

be said to be there if he 

knows that he is there. 

November 18, 1851

Crows will often come 

flying much out of their way 

to caw at me.

November 18, 1857

November sunlight.

Thin and clear yellow sunlight,

no redness in it.

November 18, 1857

November 18, 2014

November 18, 2018

November 18, 2013

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 © 2009-2019