Sunday, December 20, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: December 20.




Obscuring the sun,
snow-squalls pass as if blown off
from a larger storm.

Flakes fall large and fast
and when so moist and melting
we think will not last.

Glorious winter,
its elements so simple --
clear air, white snow, ice.

The icy water
reflecting the warm colors
of the sunset sky.





 "It has been a glorious winter day,
 its elements so simple, —the sharp clear air,
 the white snow everywhere covering the earth, 
and the polished ice."

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 © 2009-2017

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