A Book of the Seasons: December 12.

December 12.


I wish to ally
myself to the powers that
rule the universe.
December 12, 1851

Dear nature. I come

to it as a hungry man 

to a crust of bread.

December 12, 1851


Snow buntings flying
high against a cloudy sky
look like large snowflakes.
December 12, 1858



Night comes on early--
pine tree tops outlined against
the cold western sky.
December 12, 1859

Now snowy mountains

have a slight tinge of purple –

resembling the clouds.

December 12, 1859

December 12, 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 © 2009-2015