A Book of the Seasons: January 23.

January 23.

How vain to write on 

the seasons unless you have

the seasons in you.
January 23, 1858

Walking on the ice
by the side of the river
I recommence life.
January 23, 1860

The bark of the fox --
what a smothered ragged and
unmusical sound.
January 23, 1858

January 23, 2015

 

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