Tuesday, December 8, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: December 8.

December 8.

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
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 © 2009-2019

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