A Book of the Seasons: April 8.

April 8


I hear the frogs’ croak
turn silent when I approach.
They are very shy.
April 8, 1852

 Alder in blossom

with its reddish-brown catkins

now lengthened and loose.

April 8, 1852

A single catkin

of the Alnus incana

shedding when shaken.

April 8, 1855

Alnus incanta

with a few stamens shedding

near the peduncle.

April 8, 1855

Though I have looked

widely I have not found the

alder out before.

April 8, 1855

I hear the frogs’ croak

turn silent when I approach.

They are very shy.

April 8, 1852

Though I have looked

widely I have not found the

alder out before.

April 8, 1855

The fertile flowers

are an interesting bright

crimson in the sun.

April 8, 1859

April as always 

is unexpectedly warm

in sheltered places.

April 8, 1859

This cold northwest wind

seems separable from the air

here warmed by the sun.

April 8, 1859

A low morning mist
curls over the smooth water
now in the sunlight.
April 8, 1855

Two marsh hawks circle
low along the water’s edge —

the frogs must be out.
April 8, 1856

April as always 

is unexpectedly warm
in sheltered places.
April 8, 1859

This cold northwest wind

seems separable from the air

here warmed by the sun.

April 8, 1859

The fertile flowers
are an interesting bright
crimson in the sun.
April 8, 1859A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau

"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”

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