A Book of the Seasons: October 9.

October 9.

The witch-hazel here

is in full blossom on this

magical hillside.

October 9, 1851

The red maples are

now red and also yellow

and reddening.

The white maples are

now yellowing and blushing,

green and silvery.

The penetrating

memorable scent of ripe

grapes under my feet.

We find ourselves here

in an extensive wood and

we do not get out.

October 9, 1853

I now see one small

red maple both pure yellow

and bright red scarlet.

October 9, 1860

October 9, 2013

October 9, 2015

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 © 2009-2015