Monday, August 17, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: August 17




Full of reflections,
the shallowest brook
cannot be fathomed. 

The high blackberries
the richest berry we have
are now in their prime.

August 17, 2017


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 © 2009-2015

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