A Book of the Seasons: November 28.

November 28

In a day or two 

the walker thinks of boots for

the winter voyage.

November 28, 1850

Sunlight reflected

from the many ascending

twigs like gossamer.

November 28, 1856

Were those plover which 

alighted in the meadow

just after sunset ?

November 28, 1854

In half an hour the russet earth is painted white even to the horizon. Do we know of any other so silent and sudden a change? November 28, 1858

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

These November days

twilight makes so large a part

of the afternoon.

November 28, 1859

 

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 © 2009-2012