A Book of the Seasons: April 24.

April 24.

April 24, 2017

See a brown bird flit,

and behold my hermit thrush,

with one companion.

April 24, 1856

The yellow farmhouse

nearby the light-green pitch pines

lit up by the sun.

April 24, 1857

We do not notice
any phenomenon except
at its own season.
April 24, 1859


Sail before the wind.
You must live in the present.
Launch on every wave.
April 24, 1859

Let the season rule.
There's no other life but this,
or the like of this.
April 24, 1859


The contrast of life
with death, spring with winter, is
nowhere more striking.
April 24, 1859

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, As the Seasons Revolve

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 © 2009-2019