Wednesday, December 16, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: December 16.


The snow on Pine Hill 
in reflection runs into 
the overcast sky. 

These are frost-works days
with weather so warm
and the earth still bare.

Would you be well
see that you are attuned to
each mood of nature.

Mist makes near trees more
noticeable, revealing 
but one at a time. 

Reflection of trees 
from smooth open water where 
rain dissolved the ice. 

Begins to snow and 
in minutes the ground is white. 
Plowed grounds show white first.

Describe your object 
in fresh English words rather 
than Latinisms.


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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