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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