The pines, some of them,
seen through this fine driving snow,
have a bluish hue.
Today I see blue
in crevices of the snow
while it is snowing.
There is a season
when ice is covered with snow --
and when ice is bare.
Our very shadows
are no longer black, but a
celestial blue.
January 18, 1856
Pine woods seen a mile
or more off through thin fog are
a distinct dark blue.
and clouds blacker more distinct
in the reflection.
January 18, 1860
In the reflection
clouds blacker and more distinct–
the sky darker blue.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2020
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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