A Book of the Seasons: August 31.

August 31.

The pond so smooth and

full of reflections after

a dark breezy day.

August 31, 1852

Now after the rain

bright fresh green on fields and trees.

Sense of summer past.

August 31, 1852

Is not the haze a 

sort of smoke, the sun parching 

and burning the earth?

August 31, 1854

The lost lower leaves 

of birches now cover and 

yellow the ground. 

August 31, 1858

Rush of cooler air

and a hurried flight of birds –

dark-blue thunder-cloud.

August 31, 1859

August 31, 2013

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A 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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