These November days
twilight makes so large a part
of the afternoon.
Snow. Do we know of
any other so silent
and sudden a change?
So sudden a change –
the russet earth painted white
to the horizon.
November 28, 1858
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-20120
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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