Friday, March 18, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: March 18.

March 18.
Sun warm and bright,
early foreglow of the year.
Dreaming of summer.
March 18, 1853


Foreglow of the year, 
the walker goes home at eve 
to dream of summer.


The honeybee stretches
and goes forth in search of the
earliest flower.


The spring flower too
expects a winged visitor 
knocking at its door.
March 18, 1860

March 18, 1816


March 18, 2017

March 18, 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 © 2009-2016

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