ZtonePhruit: A Book of the Seasons: November 27.

Friday, November 27, 2015

I find acorns which

have sent a shoot down into

the earth this fall.

Too cold to paddle –

water freezes the handle

and numbs my fingers.

The bare barren earth

cheerless without ice and snow –

but how bright the stars.

Checkerberries and

partridge-berries numerous

and obvious now.

Days are short – the sun

setting before I reach the

limit of my walk.

Little to be heard

along the river but sedge

rustling on the brink.

November 27, 1855

This country so new

inhabited by species

unknown to science.

November 27, 2021

A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”