A Book of the Seasons: January 22.

January 22.
Keeping a journal
we remember our best hours
and inspire ourselves.
January 22, 1852

I see on all sides
the woods which still encircle
our New England towns.
January 22, 1852

I hear a faint note --
a brown creeper inspecting
branches of the oaks.
January 22, 1857

There are poets of 

all kinds and degrees, little 

known to each other.

January 22, 1859

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