Thursday, December 17, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: December 17.

December 17.
December 17, 2017
(avesong)

Short winter days are
sensibly lengthened by light
reflected from snow.
December 17, 1850

After a light snow 
a second snow in the woods
when the wind rises. 
December 17, 1851

A dozen or more
tree sparrows flitting though the 

edge of the birches.

That feeble cheep, like
tinkling of an icicle, --
a call to their mates.

These birds look larger
when perched this cold windy day  --
all puffed up for warmth.
December 17, 1856

When was it ordained
that this summer leaf should
turn brown in the fall?
December 17, 1856

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 © 2009-2020

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