The corn-stalks standing
in stacks in long rows along
edges of corn-fields.
With their shrill whistle
tell-tales sailing in a flock
showing their white tails.
Cheered by this aster
let the traveller bethink
himself elevate
and expand his thoughts –
a poet-philosopher
has passed this way.
With cooler weather
green and leafy thoughts acquire
color and flavor.
September 14, 2017
Let the traveller bethink himself, elevate and expand his thoughts somewhat, that his successors may oftener hereafter be cheered by the sight of an Aster Novae-Angliae or spectabilis here and there, to remind him that a poet or philosopher has passed this way.
The caducous polygala in cool places is faded almost white. September 14, 1851
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This morning the first frost. September 14, 1852
The corn-stalks standing in stacks, in long rows along the edges of the corn-fields, remind me of stacks of muskets. September 14, 1851
A flock of thirteen tell tales, great yellow-legs, start up with their shrill whistle from the midst of the great Sudbury meadow, and away they sail in a flock,—a sailing (or skimming) flock, that is something rare methinks, — showing their white tails, to alight in a more distant place. September 13, 1854
The Bidens Beckii is drowned or dried up, and has given place to the great bidens the flower and ornament of the riversides at present, and now in its glory . . .Full of the sun. It needs a name. September 13, 1854
Bidens cernua Large-flowered bidens, or beggar-ticks, or bur-marigold, now abundant by riverside. |
The chalices of the Rhexia Virginica, deer-grass or meadow beauty, are literally little reddish chalices now, though many still have petals, little cream pitchers.September 14, 1851
Rhexia Virginica, deer-grass or meadow beauty,
See October 2, 1856
(“Its seed-vessels are perfect little cream-pitchers of graceful form.”)
See August 17, 1851
("The Polygala sanguinea, caducous polygala,
in damp ground, with red or purple heads.")
The caducous polygala in cool places is faded almost white. September 14, 1851
The Spiranthes cernua has a sweet scent like the clethra's. September 14, 1859
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Now for the Aster Tradescanti along low roads, like the Turnpike, swarming with butterflies and bees. September 14, 1856.
How ever unexpected are these later flowers! September 14, 1856.
How ever unexpected are these later flowers! September 14, 1856.
As soon as berries are gone, grapes come. September 14, 1851
Like the fruits, when cooler weather and frosts arrive, we too are braced and ripened. When we shift from the shady to the sunny side of the house, and sit there in an extra coat for warmth, our green and leafy and pulpy thoughts acquire color and flavor, and pechance a sweet nuttiness at last, worth your cracking. September 14, 1859
September 14, 2018
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A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2020
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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