March winds wake the trees
out of their winter sleep and
excite sap to flow.
The woods roar and fill
the world with life and bustle –
this season of wind.
The face of nature
lit up by these reflections –
still water in spring.
March 9, 1854
The face of nature
reflected in still open
water in the spring.
March 9, 1854
The face of nature
lit up by reflections in
still water in spring.
March 9, 1854
The face of nature
lit up by reflections in
still water in spring.
March 9, 1854
The face of nature
lit up by reflections in
still, open water.
March 9, 1854
Colorless as light –
crystal drops of turpentine
reflecting the world.
March 9, 1855
listening to the wind
roaring in the woods today
it sounds further off.
March 9, 1859
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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