A Book of the Seasons: April 3.

April 3.

And the sough of the
wind in the pines sounds warmer --
whispering summer.


This first hazy day
wind in the pines sounds warmer,
whispering summer.
April 3, 1854

Wind in the pines sounds
warmer — whispering summer—
this first hazy day
April 3, 1854



White maple trees stand
in the midst of the old snow --
buds slightly opened.
April 3, 1856



Early in the spring
this susurrus as we paddle —
the hum of the bee.
April 3, 1858


This susurrus thus
early in the spring we hear
the hum of the bees.
April 3, 1858

Rain-drops full of light
hanging so regularly

under each birch twig.
April 3, 1859

April 3, 2015

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