Two hawks scream like wind
through a crevice in the sky –
that cracked blue saucer.
March 2, 1855
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Unwearied Nature
spreading her seeds far away
to distant shores.
March 2, 1856
Very gusty day.
An inch or two of snow falls, —
strangely blown away.
March 2, 1857
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Flock of snow buntings
the white birds of the winter
rejoicing in snow.
March 2, 1858
Blackbird's sharp whistle
heard against the dark winter —
like sparks from the swamp.
The bluebird
The bluebird – which some
woodchopper or inspired
walker said to have
seen in that sunny
interval between the snow-
storms like a speck of
clear blue sky near the
end of a storm reminding
us of a heaven
we had forgotten –
bluebird comes with his warble
and sets free the ponds.
It is more dashing
rippling sparkling living this
windy but clear day.
March 2, 1860
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March 2, 2018
Notice the brightness of a row of osiers this morning. This phenomenon, whether referable to a change in the condition of the twig or to the spring air and light, or even to our imaginations, is not the less a real phenomenon, affecting us annually at this season. March 2, 1860
See a hen-hawk. March 2, 1860
Hear two hawks scream. March 2, 1855
We listen to the February cock-crowing and turkey-gobbling as to a first course, or prelude. March 2, 1859
See a large flock of snow buntings, the white birds of the winter, rejoicing in the snow. March 2, 1858
I can hardly believe that hen-hawks may be beginning to build their nests now, yet their young were a fortnight old the last of April last year. March 2, 1856
The bluebird comes and with his warble drills the ice and sets free the rivers and ponds and frozen ground. March 2, 1859
The sharp whistle of the blackbird, too, is heard like single sparks or a shower of them shot up from the swamps and seen against the dark winter in the rear. March 2, 1859
Hear two hawks scream. March 2, 1855
We listen to the February cock-crowing and turkey-gobbling as to a first course, or prelude. March 2, 1859
See a large flock of snow buntings, the white birds of the winter, rejoicing in the snow. March 2, 1858
The bluebird comes and with his warble drills the ice and sets free the rivers and ponds and frozen ground. March 2, 1859
The sharp whistle of the blackbird, too, is heard like single sparks or a shower of them shot up from the swamps and seen against the dark winter in the rear. March 2, 1859
Looking up a narrow ditch in a meadow, I see a modest brown bird flit along it furtively, — the first song sparrow, -- and then alight far off on a rock. March 2, 1860
See thirty or more crows come flying in the usual irregular zigzag manner in the strong wind, from over M. Miles’s, going northeast, — the first migration of them, — without cawing. March 2, 1860
We . . . commonly antedate the spring more than any other season, for we look forward to it with more longing. March 2, 1859
We talk about spring as at hand before the end of February, and yet it will be two good months, one sixth part of the whole year, before we can go a-maying. March 2, 1859
What produces the peculiar softness of the air yesterday and to-day, as if it were the air of the south suddenly pillowed amid our wintry hills? March 2, 1854
We have suddenly a different sky, — a different atmosphere. March 2, 1854
The great phenomenon these days is the sparkling blue water, — a richer blue than the sky ever is. The flooded meadows are ripple lakes on a large scale. March 2, 1860
It is more dashing, rippling, sparkling, living, this windy but clear day; never smooth, but ever varying in its degree of motion and depth of blue as the wind is more or less strong, rising and falling. March 2, 1860
These are ripple days begun, — not yet in woodland pools, where is ice yet. March 2, 1860
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, signs of spring: mosses bright green
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Skunk Cabbage
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the American Crow
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Yellow-Spotted Turtle (Emys guttata)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Song Sparrow (Fringilla melodia)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Birches in Season
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The hen-hawk
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Fuzzy Gnats (tipulidæ)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Snow Bunting
We . . . commonly antedate the spring more than any other season, for we look forward to it with more longing. March 2, 1859
We talk about spring as at hand before the end of February, and yet it will be two good months, one sixth part of the whole year, before we can go a-maying. March 2, 1859
What produces the peculiar softness of the air yesterday and to-day, as if it were the air of the south suddenly pillowed amid our wintry hills? March 2, 1854
We have suddenly a different sky, — a different atmosphere. March 2, 1854
The great phenomenon these days is the sparkling blue water, — a richer blue than the sky ever is. The flooded meadows are ripple lakes on a large scale. March 2, 1860
It is more dashing, rippling, sparkling, living, this windy but clear day; never smooth, but ever varying in its degree of motion and depth of blue as the wind is more or less strong, rising and falling. March 2, 1860
These are ripple days begun, — not yet in woodland pools, where is ice yet. March 2, 1860
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A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, March in HaikuA Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, signs of spring: mosses bright green
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Skunk Cabbage
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the American Crow
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Yellow-Spotted Turtle (Emys guttata)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Song Sparrow (Fringilla melodia)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Birches in Season
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The hen-hawk
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Fuzzy Gnats (tipulidæ)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Snow Bunting
rsides) incessantly in motion.”)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2019
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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