A Book of the Seasons: January 13.

January 13.

A drifting snow-storm
last night and to-day, the first
sleighing this winter.
January 13, 1853

The landscape is now

patches of bare ground and snow

running water, sun.

January 13, 1854

Still warm and thawing.
The landscape is now patches
of bare ground and snow. 

January 13, 1854

The cold spell over,
here this morning is hoar frost-- 
a crystallized fog.
January 13, 1859

I see the pine woods
at a distance through the mist --
a dark-blue color.
January 13, 1859

January 13, 2018

A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, I love you like I love the sky

January 13.  A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, January 13

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 © 2009-2022

 

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