Wednesday, December 30, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: December 30.


December 30

Man in winter is
to a slight extent dormant --
partially awake.

In winter even man 
     is to a slight extent 
             dormant.
The  range of his afternoon walk 
     is somewhat 
              narrower; 
he is more or less 
     confined to the highway 
            and wood-path; 
the weather oftener 
      shuts him up 
             in his burrow; 
he is often satisfied 
       if he only gets out 
             to the post-office 
                   in the course of the day.  

Found, in the Wheeler meadow

Found, in the Wheeler meadow southwest of the Island,
a nest in the fork of an alder about eight feet from ground,

partly saddled on, 
made chiefly of fine grass and bark fibres,

quite firm and very thick bottomed,
and well bound with various kind of lint.

This is a little oval,
three by three and a half inches within

and seven eighths deep,
with a very firm, smooth rim 

of fine grass and dark shreds, lined 
with the same and some lint. 

A few alder leaves dangle from the edge,
and, what is remarkable,

the outer edge all around is defiled,
quite covered,

with black and white caterpillar-like
droppings of the young birds.

December 30, 1855

To study birds' nests
look for them in 
Winter as
well as midsummer.
December 30 1855
 

In this clear cold air
that fine evanishing edge
of clouds in the west.

Snow began last night 
now not far from a foot deep –
light powdery snow.
Snow began last night 
now light powdery snow not 
far from a foot deep.
.

 In this clear cold air 
 small clouds in the west have that 
evanishing edge.


The deepest snow yet.
Those who depend on skylights
find theirs a dim light.
December 30, 1859

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 © 2009-2019

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