Monday, April 25, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: April 25.

April 25.

Partridge drum as if 
the earth's pulse now beats audibly
with the flow of life.

I stand listening –
silent spaces start to fill.
Summer’s quire begins.
April 25, 1854


 
The bushes ringing
with the evening song of song
sparrows and robins

and the evening sky
reflected from the surface
of the rippled water.

Bushes ring with song,
evening sky reflected from
the rippled water.
April 25, 1855


Mosses now in fruit
are warmly red in the sun
when seen from one side.

Never made dizzy by
high climbing -- that were born in
the top of a tree.


April 25, 2014



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

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