Rowing home in haste
before a black approaching
storm from the northeast.
Cool fall-like weather.
With a pang I remember
spring and summer past.
Endless and varied
play of light and shadow on
the river bottom!
Nature always has
seed ready in the ground for
rotation of crops.
August 13, 2019
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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