First crust to walk on.
Now no difference between
rivers, ponds and fields.
At this hour the crust
sparkles with a myriad
brilliant mirrors.
My vaporous life
now radiant as frost in
a winter morning.
Solidified and
crystallized as a vapor
or liquid by cold.
Life has no outlet
like a stream suddenly dammed.
Deep and silent lake.
First crust to walk on.
Now no difference between
rivers, ponds and fields.
February 8, 1852
At this hour the crust
sparkles with a myriad
brilliant mirrors.
My vaporous life
now radiant as frost in
a winter morning.
crystallized as a vapor
or liquid by cold.
February 8, 1857
Life has no outlet
like a stream suddenly dammed.
Deep and silent lake.
February 8, 2019
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2017
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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