October light fades
into the clear white leafless
November twilight.
November 14, 1853
into the clear white leafless
November twilight.
Now the bare branches
of the oak woods await the
onset of the wind.
The oak leaves rustling
in this cutting northwest wind
set your heart on edge.
Now for bare branches
of the oaks and the brattling
of wind in their midst.
November 14, 1853
of the oaks and the brattling
of wind in their midst.
November 14, 1853
Under this strong wind
more dry oak leaves rattling down.
All winter their fall.
November 14, 1853
My boat's motion sends
an undulation ashore,
rustling the dry sedge.
November 14, 1855
the oak leaves rustling
in this cutting northwest wind
set your heart on edge.
In this cutting wind
the dry rustle of oak leaves
sets your heart on edge.
This strong and cutting
northwest wind makes the oak leaves
set your heart on edge.
November 14, 1858
This northwest wind makes
oak leaves rustle enough to
set your heart on edge.
November 14, 1858
November 14, 2020
This morning it was considerably colder than for a long time, and by noon very much colder than heretofore, with a pretty strong northerly wind. November 14, 1857
This cold weather makes us step more briskly. November 14, 1857
Such are the first advances of winter. Ice-crystals shoot in the mud, the sphagnum becomes a stiffened mass, and dropping water in these cold places, a rigid icicle. November 14, 1857
The principal flight of geese was November 8th, so that the bulk of them preceded this cold turn five days. November 14, 1858
I feel the crunching sound of frost-crystals in the heaving mud under my feet, November 14, 1857
It is all at once perfect winter. I walk on frozen ground two thirds covered with a sugaring of dry snow. November 14, 1858
This strong and cutting northwest wind makes the oak leaves rustle dryly enough to set your heart on edge. November 14, 1858
All winter is their fall November 14, 1853.
A distinction is to be made between those trees whose leaves fall as soon as the bright autumnal tints are gone and they are withered and those whose leaves are rustling and falling all winter even into spring. November 14, 1853
A clear, bright, warm afternoon. November 14, 1855
A painted tortoise swimming under water and a wood tortoise out on the bank. November 14, 1855
The rain has raised the river an additional foot or more, and it is creeping over the meadows. November 14, 1855
The motion of my boat sends an undulation to the shore, which rustles the dry sedge half immersed there. November 14, 1855
Two red-wing blackbirds alight on a black willow. November 14, 1855
Minott hears geese to-day. November 14, 1855
A painted tortoise swimming under water and a wood tortoise out on the bank. November 14, 1855
The rain has raised the river an additional foot or more, and it is creeping over the meadows. November 14, 1855
The motion of my boat sends an undulation to the shore, which rustles the dry sedge half immersed there. November 14, 1855
Two red-wing blackbirds alight on a black willow. November 14, 1855
Minott hears geese to-day. November 14, 1855
The thermometer is 27° at 6 P. M. The mud in the street is stiffened under my feet this evening. , November 14, 1857
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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