A Book of the Seasons: February 3.

February 3.

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

Only a tinge of 

red along the horizon –

sunset without cloud.

February 3, 1852

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, 1855

The landscape covered

with snow two feet thick seen by

moonlight from these Cliffs.

February 3, 1855

Thin transparent ice –

I see the pebbly bottom 

same as in summer. 

February 3, 1856

February 3, 2018

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 © 2009-2021