Thursday, August 20, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: August 20

August 20.
I cannot account
for this peculiar smoothness
of the dimpled stream.
August 20, 1853


If they are between
you and the sun, the trees are
more black than green.
August 20, 1853




Trees seen up the stream
look absolutely black now
in the clear bright light.
August 20, 1853



Single trees half mile
off stand out distinctly a
dark mass, almost black.

The red-eye has ceased
the woodland quire is dissolved
the concert is over.
August 20, 1854

When the red-eye ceases
the woodland quire is dissolved.
The concert is over.

The red-eye has ceased
the woodland quire is dissolved
the concert is over.


August 20, 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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