These mornings I move
into an eastern chamber
to sit in the sun.
l grow like a fruit
laid in the sun to ripen –
not gray, but yellow.
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| September 4, 2018 (avesong) |
It is cooler these days and nights, and I move into an eastern chamber in the morning that I may sit in the sun. The water too is cooler when I bathe in it and I am reminded that this recreation has its period. I feel like a melon or other fruit laid in the sun to ripen. I grow, not gray, but yellow. September 4, 1860
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 © 2009-2021
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