First snow two inches.
Hills and fields and icy woods
gleam with wintry sheen.
For the first time the
new moon is reflected from
the frozen snow-crust .
The retirement
and solitude that Winter
now makes possible!
First time this evening
the new moon reflected from
the frozen snow-crust.
We see from the peak
large white pines in reflection
against a white sky.
December 8, 1853
How black the water
when I look from the light – how
white the ice and snow.
December 8, 1854
This clear sunset sky
soft and delicate and warm –
snow crust shines afar.
December 8, 1854
The sun reflected
with a silvery light from the
needles of the pine.
Still no snow, nor ice –
I might have left my boat out.
I have not worn gloves.
December 8, 1855
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| December 8, 2015 |
Thermometer at
8° above zero.
The coldest day yet.
December 8, 1856
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2019
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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