A Book of the Seasons: December 22.

December 22.

A sprinkling of snow 
whitens the ice in the swamp. 
I see rabbit tracks.

Walden skimmed over
will probably freeze to-night
if this weather holds.
December 22, 1853

A narrow line of
yellow rushes lit up by
the westering sun.
December 22, 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 © 2009-2020