Friday, January 15, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: January 15.



Infinite snow-fleas
in deepest ruts and foot-tracks.
First time this winter.

January 15, 2018

 
January 15, 2014

A bright day not cold 
yet my shadow is a most 
celestial blue. 
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 © 2009-2016

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