The spring of the world
flowers first followed bare rock –
so too spring this year.
Through warm mistiness --
waters with their reflections
in the morning sun.
I hear the partridge
and the spring hoot of an owl
now at 7 a.m.
Hear a partridge drum
before 6 A. M., also
golden-crested wren.
April 27, 1855
True April morning–
east wind, the sky overcast
with wet-looking clouds.
April 27, 1857
It has been so cold
I have not been able to
catch a single frog.
Little brown snake with
the light line along the back
just killed in the road.
There is a certain
summeriness in the air
under this warm cliff.
April 27, 2021
Spring hoot of an owl
and beat of a partridge, now
at 7 a.m. –
an unprofaned hour
waters with their reflections
in the morning sun.
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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