The landscape covered with snow
seen by moonlight from these Cliffs
gleaming in the moon
and of spotless white.
Who can believe this is the habitable globe?
The landscape covered with snow --
is this the habitable globe?
The scenery is arctic,
A glacier crept southward.
Who can think his summer thoughts now?
February 3, 1852
The landscape covered
with snow two feet thick seen by
moonlight from these Cliffs.
February 3, 1855
Gleaming in the moon
the spotless white scenery
is wholly arctic.
February 3, 1852
See if a man can
think his summer thoughts in this
arctic scenery .
February 3, 1852
Floundering through snow
up to my middle, my owl
sounds hoo hoo, ho-O.
February 3, 1852
The skater sails midst
a moving world of snow-steam
as high as his knees.
February 3, 1855Only a tinge of
red along the horizon –
sunset without cloud.
February 3, 1852
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| February 3, 2018 |
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2021
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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