Wednesday, September 2, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: September 2.


September 2

A writer is scribe.
The corn and the grass and the
atmosphere writing.


It is essential
always that we love to do
what we are doing.

Dense oval bunches
of arum berries startle
the walker in swamps.
September 2, 1853


Prepared for strange things
my expectation ripens
to discovery.
September 2, 1856


The air of late is
cooler, clearer, autumnal
now after the rain.
September 2, 1859



Now after the rain
the air of late is cooler,
clearer, autumnal.
September 2, 1859

September 2, 2013
September 2, 2014


September 2, 2015



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 © 2009-2020

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