Friday, October 16, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: October 16.

October 16.

How evenly the
freshly fallen pine-needles
are spread on the ground!
October 16, 1855

In all respects a
most disgusting object, yet 
very suggestive. 
October 16, 1856

How beautifully
the pine-needles die -- they
fall to rise again.


Birds which breed far north
arrive from those regions to
fetch the year about.
October 16, 1858

Your thoughts sparkle like 
the water surface 
and the downy twigs.

Novemberish light. 
Thoughts sparkle like the water 
and the downy twigs.
October 16, 1859


Is not man clad in
harmony with nature in
hues of Vermont gray?
October 16, 1859

New musquash-houses
conspicuous on the now
nearly leafless shores. 

October 16, 2015
 





Your thoughts sparkle like
the water surface
and the downy twigs.
October 16, 1859



When I get to Willow Bay I see the new musquash-houses erected, conspicuous on the now nearly leafless shores. October 16, 1859









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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