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

in color as well as form

resemble the clouds. 

December 12, 1859

The 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