Sunday, September 6, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: September 6.



Sunrise directly
over east end of street but
not yet equinox.

Green or reddish leaves
 are spotted with yellow eyes --
the sarsaparilla. 
September 6, 1854

The cinnamon ferns 
yellow along the edge of the 
woods next the meadow.

Incessant flashes
lighting the edge of the cloud –
a rush of cool wind.



6 A. M. —To Hill. The sun is rising directly over the eastern (magnetic east) end of the street. Not yet the equinox. September 6, 1854


The sarsaparilla leaves, green or reddish, are spotted with yellow eyes centred with reddish, or dull-reddish eyes with yellow iris. September 6, 1854

The cinnamon ferns along the edge of woods next the meadow are many yellow or cinnamon, or quite brown and withered. September 6, 1854


There is now approaching from the west one of the heaviest thunder-showers (apparently) and with the most incessant flashes that I remember to have seen. September 6, 1854

It must be twenty miles off, at least. for I can hardly hear the thunder at all. September 6, 1854

The almost incessant flashes reveal the form of the cloud, at least the upper and lower edge of it, but it stretches north and south along the horizon further than we see. September 6, 1854

Every minute I see the crinkled lightning, intensely bright, dart to earth or forkedly along the cloud. September 6, 1854
  
The flashes are, in fact, incessant for an hour or more, though lighting up different parts of the horizon,— now the edges of the cloud, now far along the horizon, —showing a clearer golden space beneath the cloud where rain is falling, through which stream tortuously to earth the brilliant bolts. September 6, 1854

We feel the rush of the cool wind while the thunder is yet scarcely audible.  September 6, 1854



A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau,  September 6
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 © 2009-2022


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