First snow two inches.
Hills and fields and icy woods
gleam with wintry sheen.
For the first time the
new moon is reflected from
the frozen snow-crust .
The retirement
and solitude that Winter
now makes possible!
First time this evening
the new moon reflected from
the frozen snow-crust.
December 8, 1850
We see from the peak
in reflection large white pines
against a white sky.
December 8, 1853
The sun reflected
with a silvery light from the
needles of the pine.
December 8, 1855
December 8, 1855
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2019
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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