Tuesday, February 2, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: February 2.



Walk as usual 
on the fresh track of a fox
in very thin snow.

February 2, 1860
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kindling a fire on
the pond by the island –
see the fox himself.
February 2, 1860



The fox seems to get
his living by industry
and perseverance.
February 2, 1860



Fresh track of a fox 
peculiarly pointed
in very thin snow. 
February 2, 1860



The scream of the jay
wholly without sentiment
a true winter sound.

February 2

This crossroad of light
in the gulfstream of winter
near the shores of spring.

February 2, 1854
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 In the meanwhile 
we hear the distant note 
of a hooting owl.



February 2, 2016

I feel in the dark
the vital presence of all
the woodland creatures.
February 2, 2014
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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