Tuesday, April 26, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: April 26.

April 26.

subdued landscape
quite soothing to the feelings –
no glaring colors. 
April 26,1852

Hear the first chewink
now hopping and chewinking
among the shrub oaks.



How pleasant in spring
a still overcast day like this
when water is smooth.
April 26, 1854



And the robin sings
with more vigor and promise
this mizzling still day.
April 26, 1855

What we should have called
a warm day in March is a
cold one at this date.

As the saying is
the cold was in the air and
had got to come down.


April 26, 2021



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 © 2009-2021

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