Thursday, September 3, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: September 3.





Now is the season
for beautiful berries which
are not food for man.  

A season for berries
as beautiful as flowers,
berries far less known.

A beautiful day 
decidedly autumnal –
coudless sky, clear air.

narrow brown sheaths
of white pine leaves
on the edge of puddles 
after the rain.

As beautiful as
flowers but far less known – the 
fruit of the flower.

The narrow brown sheaths 
from the base of white pine leaves 
now strew the ground 
and are washed up 
on the edge of puddles 
after the rain. 

The narrow brown sheaths
from the base of white pine leaves
now strew the ground and
are washed up on the edge of
puddles after the rain.

The narrow brown sheaths
from the base of white pine leaves
now strew the ground and 
are washed up
on the edge of puddles
after the rain.

narrow brown sheaths from 
white pine leaves wash up on the
edge of puddles after the rain.

 narrow brown sheaths 
from white pine leaves 
wash up on the edge of puddles after the rain.  
September 3, 1858

Clear air cloudless sky 
decidedly autumnal
beautiful day 






Here is a beautiful, and perhaps first decidedly autumnal, day, -- a, cloudless sky, a clear air, with, maybe, veins of coolness.  September 3, 1860

Now is the season for those comparatively rare but beautiful wild
berries which are not food for man. September 3, 1853

 Berries which are as beautiful as flowers, but far less known, the fruit of the flower. September 3, 1853

 The narrow brown sheaths from the base of white pine leaves now strew the ground and are washed up on the edge of puddles after the rain.  September 3, 1858

Even at this season I see some fleets of yellow butterflies in the damp road after the rain, as earlier. September 3, 1854


 I will endeavor to separate the tide in my thoughts, or what is due to the influence of the moon, from the current distractions and fluctuations. September 3, 1852 

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 © 2009-2019

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