The bare red maples
in the sun and this clear air
sparkle like silver.
October 18, 1853
Chickadees and jays are heard from the shore as in winter. October 18, 1852
Bare ashy branches
of red maples sparkling in
this sun and clear air.
Crows conspicuous
scattered about the meadow,
black against the green.
October 18, 1855
To-day my shoes are
whitened with the gossamer
noticed yesterday.
October 18, 1855
The sugar maples
in their glory now aglow
yellow red and green.
Snakes lie out now on
sunny banks amid dry leaves,
now as in the spring.
Wintergreen above
freshly fallen pine needles
conspicuous now.
Chickadees and jays are heard from the shore as in winter. October 18, 1852
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2020
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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