A Book of the Seasons: January 10

January 10.

The art of walking
is to saunter daily with
no specific ends.
January 10, 1851

What you recall of
a walk the second day will
differ from the first.
January 10, 1854

Translucent leaves --
andromeda lit up like
cathedral windows.
January 10, 1855

Cold and blustery.
Crows flapping and sailing and
buffeting about.
January 10, 1855

Red alder catkins,
dangling in the wintry air,
promise a new spring.
January 10, 1858



I walk back and forth
in the road waiting to see
pink light from the snow.
January 10, 1859

The village windows
reflect the setting sun with
a dazzling glitter
January 10, 1859

January 10. 

See A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, January 10

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau

"A book, each page written in its own season,

out-of-doors, in its own locality.”

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